A REASON TO LOVE…..c”,)
Author unknown
My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love
him for his steady nature, and I love the warm
feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.
Three years of courtship and now, two years into
marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting
tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has
now transformed into the cause of all my
restlessness.
I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive
when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I
yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl
yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete
opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of
bringing romantic moments into our marriage has
disheartened me about love.
One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision,
that I wanted a divorce.
"Why?" he asked, shocked.
"I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in
the world!" I answered.
He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in
deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times.
My feeling of disappointment only increased, here
was a man who can’t even express his
predicament, what else can I hope from him? And
finally he asked me:" What can I do to change
your mind?"
Somebody said it right, it’s hard to change a
person’s personality, and I guess, I have started
losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I
slowly answered :
"Here is the question, if you can answer and
convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let’s
say, I want a flower located on the face of a
mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking
the flower will cause your death, will you do it for
me?"
He said : " I will give you your answer tomorrow…."
My hopes just sank by listening to his response.
I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and
saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting,
underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near
the front door, that goes….
My dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but
please allow me to explain the reasons further.."
This first line was already breaking my heart. I
continued reading.
"When you use the computer you always mess up new city
the Software programs, and you cry in front of the
screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help
to restore the programs. You always leave the
house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to
rush home to open the door for you. You love
traveling but always lose your way in a
have to save my eyes to show you the way. You
always have the cramps whenever your "good
friend" approaches every month, I have to save my
palms so that I can calm the cramps in your
tummy.
You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will
be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my
mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your
boredom. You always stare at the computer, and
that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to
save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help
to clip your nails, and help to remove those
annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand
while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the
sunshine and the beautiful sand… and tell you the
color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on
your young face…
Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is
someone who loves you more than I do… I could
not pick that flower yet, and die.. "
My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his
handwriting… and as I continue on reading… "Now,
that you have finished reading my answer, if you
are satisfied, please open the front door for I am
standing outside bringing your favorite bread and
fresh milk… I rush to pull open the door, and saw
his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands,
the milk bottle and loaf of bread….
Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as
much as he does, and I have decided to leave the
flower alone…
