Siyet!! Ang sweet!
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 c! omplete 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
"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 predicame! nt, 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 li!
stening 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....
"I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the
This 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 so that I can help to restore
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 new city, I 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
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 colo! ur offlowers, just like the color of the glow on your
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
conntinue 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
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...
That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement
fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace
Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been
a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. . flowers, and romantic
moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all
this, the pillar of true love stands... and that's our life... Love, not words