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Our friends, relatives, officemates and online buddies would send us
forwarded messages everyday, which (admittedly) we sometimes fail to read and put in that folder called "Trash". But
there are times that there are these certain messages that we find true to us or is really touching... and this article/story
was one of those few forwarded messages that I never remove in my email inbox...
Love not Words, Some People Just
Don't Understand
My boyfriend and I live together for years and he 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
months of courtship and now, two years engaged, 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 boyfriend, is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into
our relationship has disheartened me about love.
One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted
to break up with him.
"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 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 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 tell you
the colour 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 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 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...
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 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
win arguments...
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