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A Touching Love Story...
- adnieyl
- 15 years ago
- 1,342
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 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 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 continue 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...