Read this in FB few days back and decided to share it here. Wonder why a lot of times the sparks between a couple fades away after they get married. Probably due to more responsibilities such as children, house and careers. But, those are never the excuses to stop appreciating the little things that your other half does for you. Be it husband to wife, or wife to husband.
The story below narrates the story of a wife wanting a divorce from her husband (do you have to be an engineer, of alllllll the jobs in the world -.- ) just because, she can't feel the love anymore. Or so she thought. Same goes to husbands having affairs. They thought they found excitement once again on other people but.. basically it's the sparks that are gone bits by bits. And they forgot how much their wives sacrifice for them. It's true that, as women age, they have nothing other than their families but men, their attractiveness grow too. And they take advantage of that. I'm going to write about feminism if I don't stop here. Hahahahaha.
If you haven't read the story, here it goes!
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 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,
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 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
win arguments… :)
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