Romantic Love Stories
About Love Part 1
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Having spent three years in courtship and now two years
into the marriage, I admit that 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 a complete contrast
of me. His lack of sensitivity and above all, inability
to bring 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 he smoked through the night. My feeling of
disappointment became intense. I felt that if he is a
man who can't even express his detainment, what else can
I hope from him?
He finally he asked, “What can I do to change your
mind?"
It’s 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. If we are in a scenario
where I love a flower on a mountain cliff but we are both
sure that making you pick the flower for me will cause
certain death. Will you do it for me?"
He said, "I will give you your answer tomorrow..."
My heart sank at 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 already broke my heart. I continued 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
at home. I have to save my legs to rush home to open the
door for you.
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