Isang malalim na gabi na naman ang nakalipas.. at malamang ang kasunod nito ay umaga. gumising ako upang kumain at ipagpatuloy ang magandang umaga na bumulaga sa akin. Walang pasok sa eskwela ang araw na yon kaya medyo tanghali na rin ako nagising dahil bumawi pa ako ng lakas sa aking pagtulog. Pagkabangon ko ay kumain na ako at pagkatapos ay nagbasa ng mga Mensahe galing sa kaibigan sa internet. Isang Forwarded message na nabasa ko ang nais kong ibahagi sa inyo sapagkat napaka-ganda ng nilalaman ng kwento.. eto na…
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
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 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 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…