Losing the ROMANCE
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
Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would
have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. I have grown restless
I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to
relationships 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 I
wanted a divorce.
"Why?" he asked, shocked.
"I'm tired. There doesn't have to be a reason for everything in the
world!" I answered.
> He kept silent.
> My feeling of disappointment only increased. Here was a man who can't
> even express his thoughts, what else can I hope for and expect from
> Finally he asked me, " What can I do to change your mind?"
> Somebody was right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I
> guess, I started to lose faith.
> Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered, "Here is a question. If
> you can answer and convince my heart, I might change my mind. Let's
> say, I want a flower that can be found on the face of a mountain
> cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your
> death, will you still get it for me?"
> He said :" I will give you your answer tomorrow...."
> My hopes sank listening to his response. I woke up the next morning to
> find him gone. I saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting,
> underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door:
> "My dear, I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to
> explain the reasons..."
> This first line was already breaking my heart.
> "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 fix the problem.
> You always leave the house keys behind. I have to save my legs to
> rushhome 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 bored. 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 no good for
> youreyes. I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help
> to clip your nails, and help remove those annoying white hairs. So I
> can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy
> the beautiful sunshine and the fine sand. I can tell you the color of
> flowers, and witness the glow of your 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 I continued reading...
> "Now, that you have my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the
> front door. I am standing outside with your favorite bread and fresh
> I rushed to open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly
> inhis 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 in the most dull and boring form.. .
> flowers, and romantic moments are only superficial. Love, not words
> win arguments.