Mamu

I've read this story before but still it touches my heart when I read it again. This was emailed to us by one of our Team Leader at work. Read the story and learn from it.
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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.

3 years of courtship and now 2 years in marriage, I would have to admit
that I'm getting tired of it. The reasons for loving him before have 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 inability
to bring 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, seeming to be in deep thought, with a
lighted cigarette in his hands at all times. My feeling of disappointment
only increased. Here was a man who couldn't even express his predicament.
What else can I hope from him?

Then 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 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 that flower will cause your death. Will you do it for me?"

He answered, "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 hand writing, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table
near the front door, that went...

"My dear, I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to
explain the reasons further..."

The first line was already breaking my heart but 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 key 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 you 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
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
continued reading...

"Now that you 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 rushed to pull open the door and saw his anxious face and his hands
clutching tightly 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 for forms. It has never been a model. 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, wins arguments. =)