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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
“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 youjokes 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…
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
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