"UNLESS I AM SURE..."
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 my restlessness. I am a
sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship
and my feelings. I yearn for 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, and I wanted a divorce.
"Why?" he asked, shocked. "I am tired, ther e are no reasons for
everything in the whole world!" I answered. He kept silent the whole night,
seems to be in deep thought. 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 picking the flower will cause your
death, will you do it for me?'" He said, "I will give you your answer
tomorrow."
. "My hope just sank by listening to his response.
I woke up the next morni ng 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 [reads]:
My Dear,
I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain
the reasons further"
The first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.
"When you use the computer you always mess up the software programs,
and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers to 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 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 clip
your nails, and help 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 f or 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.
* FROM: Leahlyn A. Guloy, Beautiful Story (excerpt)
a very beautiful story...i just wish that my husband would be somebody like this.
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 my restlessness. I am a
sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship
and my feelings. I yearn for 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, and I wanted a divorce.
"Why?" he asked, shocked. "I am tired, ther e are no reasons for
everything in the whole world!" I answered. He kept silent the whole night,
seems to be in deep thought. 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 picking the flower will cause your
death, will you do it for me?'" He said, "I will give you your answer
tomorrow."
. "My hope just sank by listening to his response.
I woke up the next morni ng 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 [reads]:
My Dear,
I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain
the reasons further"
The first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.
"When you use the computer you always mess up the software programs,
and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers to 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 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 clip
your nails, and help 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 f or 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.
* FROM: Leahlyn A. Guloy, Beautiful Story (excerpt)
a very beautiful story...i just wish that my husband would be somebody like this.
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