Saturday, May 3, 2008

Love And Life

It so happened that there's a chance for me to read this story with someone special together =)





Hard to explain but there's a warm feeling while reading this. ( and of course, touched by the story ) Some special moments are just not easy to get or share so often, I treasured that, a lot.











This story tells us something about LOVE & LIFE.




My husband is S/W Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.




Two years of courtship and now, five 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, likea 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, seemingly in deep thought. My feeling of disappointment only increased. Here was a man who was notable to even express his predicament, so what else could I expect 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 the Software programs,and you cry in front of the screen. I have to save my fingers sothat 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 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 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 tellyou the colour of flowers, just like the colour of the glow on your young face...







Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone wholoves 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, and if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk...






I rushed to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face,clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread....Now Iam 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 and dullness. Love shows up in all forms; even in very small and cheeky forms. It has never been a model. It could be the dullest and most 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 LIFE !













Was touched by this story though I think I read similar ones before. Maybe some of you read this before, but sometimes it's no harm to re-read it, and try to think about it. LOVE could be in the dullest and most boring forms, and it's true. Sometimes we tend to ignore, or unaware about the love that people showered upon us, because we're surrounded by it. We will only know how important they are to us when we lost them. If you have someone who are willing to take care of you no matter what happened, willing to stay by your side whenever you need companions, willing to do every little thing for you, you are very very lucky =)



*****



What I should I already said, and I'm just here to wish Darren




Happy Birthday !!









Hehee~ ;P




Thanks for everything =)




*Reminds me of the doggie on my phone, Lol =P

3 comments:

darren said...

thanks you...*hugs and kisses*...nice le the story...hehe...

liyun.11.23 said...

nice story,
and the ring pic,
very familiar ar ^.^

Yingying said...

darren - yaya very nice and touching story =3 *hugs and kisses too* xP hehe~

liyun - yea, the ring pic i got from ur blog actually =P