My boyfriend and I live together for years and he 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 months of courtship and now, two years engaged,
>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
>boyfriend, is my complete opposite, his lack of
>sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic
>moments into our
>relationship has disheartened me about love. One day,
>I finally decided to tell him my
>decision, that I wanted to break up with him. "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 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 conntinue 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…
