Quite long...take ur time to read....nice!!!
Here is the story for those lost the sense of romance in their live....
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Very touching story...
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,
as 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 brin ging 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 saved 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 co ntinue 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 momentsare 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...
Parcelled to my parents on:Seven-Eleven-Eighty-four(it's a store n more!)
Affectionately known as:WiLdDaZzLez,XiaoYong,Shortie,Ai Zai,XiaoStar,Yep MeiMei,Mee Siam(coz sounds MissSssSsYep),Sotong,Monkey,Leylong,Big-Po,Da-zhu,
Current Ht:Officially 151cm!(No more rounding off)
Wishlist/Personal collections: Canon or Olympus or Sony Digicam ,The Body Shop Series(love the fragrances),Swatches(classy,exotic timepieces), Lamps(of exotic designs),Travel,travel,travel!(Who can sponsor me on a Round the world tour?) FREEDOM .
Missions for this sem: Healthier lifestyle(regular meals + fitness routine + adequate rest),SOIREE2005(NUSHB Annual Concert),CENTENNIAL CELEBRATIONS:ORIENTAL SUITE, IMPRESSIONS 2005(Harmonica Orchestra annual concert/recitals),
more active volunteering, do sth for those i care abt b4 i graduate,do a kind deed for those who cannot return my favour,spend more quality time w fam/frens, be more observant/sensitive, maintain/pull up my C.A.P, indulge in my likes, pamper myself.
[[*My Adores*]]
Finger-lickin' gastronomies: Kenny Roger's muffins, Fish n Co. Chips,seafood platter, buffets of all sorts,cholatey chocs,
,desserts(Oh, my Cendol!) n patries(TOP FAV:peach Danish),Spicy stuff,Softshell crabs,Almost all fruits(except jackfruit n banana),
Local delights eg. Rojak,BakkutTeh,Popiah,Mee Siam,any (hygenic)mamak dishes,the list keeps evolving...
Savoury concoctions:Iced lemon tea,zappel,fruit juices,green tea,chrysanthemum,honey,tantalising spills!
Idols:My family,my frens,oh, AND I worship myself!wahaha~
My trendy colours:Sapphire blue,soft hues.
[[*My Detests*]]
Pests:Hypocrites,narrow-minded-and-small-hearted ppl,BIG Liars,underhanded cheaters,shallow/insincere creatures!
Solid/fluid wastes:Herbal tonics claiming to boost ht increase,Used to hate bittergourd,but fantastic culinary overode its bitterness somehow.
Obstacles:My hostel's loosened shower grip,AND i got anthr hopeless heater tiz sem!
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