Thursday, January 25, 2007
What True Love Is...
My boyfriend and I lived 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. My reasons for loving him has now become the cause of my restlessness. I am sentimental and extremely sensitive when it comes to relationships and to my feelings. I yearn for romantic moments like a little girl yearns for candy. My boyfriend is my complete opposite - his lack of sensitivity and his inability to bring romantic moments into our relationship has disheartened me about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him 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, deep in thought with a lighted cigarette.
My feeling of disappointment only increased; here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? Finally he asked me, "What can I do to change your mind?" Somebody said it's hard to change someone's personality and I guess I started losing faith in him.
Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered, "Here is a 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 but I continued reading.
When you use the computer you always mess up the software programs and you cry in front of the monitor, I have to save my fingers so I can help restore the programs.
You always leave the house keys behind thus I have to save my legs to rush home and 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 not do any 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 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 color 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 continued reading...
Now that you have finished reading my answer and if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk...
I rushed to pull open the door and saw his anxious face tightly clutching 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 that's 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 dullest 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...
XOXOXOXOXOXO
by anonymous
Labels: articles
