Romantic Love Stories
About Love Part 1
Three years in the courtship and now two years into marriage,
I would have to admit I am getting tired of it. The reasons
for loving him previously has now transformed into the
causes of all the restlessness.
I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive and
exquisite when it comes to relationships and feelings,
I yearn for romantic moments, as though a little boy yearning
for candy. However, my husband, is just a contrast of
me. His lack of sensitivity, and of all, inability of
bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened
me about love.
One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision about
wanting a divorce.
"Why?" he asked, shocked.
"I am tired, there aren't reasons for everything
in this world" I answered.
He kept silent the whole night, seemingly to be in deep
thoughts as smoked through the night.
My feeling of disappointment got intense.
For a man who can't even express his detainment, what
else can I hope from him?
And finally he asked, " What can I do to change your
mind?"
Its often said that it's hard to change a person's personality,
and I guess at that moment in time, I have started losing
faith in him.
Looking deep into his eyes, I slowly answered,
"I have a question for you. If you can find the answer
in my heart, I will change my mind. Lets say, I love a
flower on a mountain cliff, and we are both sure that
making you pick the flower for me will cause death. Will
you do it for me?"
He said, " I will give you your answer tomorrow...."
My heart sank by listening to his response.
The next morning, he was not around. However, I saw a
piece of paper with his handwriting underneath a glass
of warm milk. It goes like this...
Dear,
"I would not pick that flower for you, but please
allow me to explain the reasons."
This first line has already broke my heart. I continue
reading.
"You are hopeless with computers and always mess
up the programs in the PC and end up crying in front of
screen.
I have to save my fingers so that I can help you restore
the programs.
You always left the house keys behind.
I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for
you.
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