>A heart-warming story...
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>My husband is an engineer by profession, I love him for his steady-being
>nature, and I love the warm feeling while leaning against his broad
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>Three years in the courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would
>have to admit, I am getting tired of it, the reasons of me loving him
>before has now transform into the cause of all the restlessness.
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>I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive and exquisite when
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>it comes to relationship and feelings, I yearn for romantic moments, as
>though a little boy yearning for candy.
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>And 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.
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>One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I want a
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>divorce.
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>"Why?" he asked, shockingly.
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>"I am tired, there aren't reasons for everything in the world" I
>answered.
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>He kept silent the whole night, seemed to be in deep thoughts the whole
>night with a cigarette lighted all the time.
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>My feeling of disappointment is getting intense, a man who can't even
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>express his detainment, what else can I hope from him?
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>And finally he asked, " What can I do to change your mind?"
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>Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality,
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>and I guess, I have started losing faith in him.
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>Looking deep into his eyes, I slowly answered, "Here is a question,
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>if you can find the answer in my heart, I will change my mind, Let's
>say, I love a flower at a mountain cliff, and we are both sure that
>making you pick the flower will cause death, will you do it for me?"
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>He said, " I will give you your answer tomorrow...."
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>My heart just sank by listening to his respond.
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>The next morning, he was not around, and I saw a piece of paper with his
>scratching writing, underneath a glass of warm milk, It goes....
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>Dear,
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>"I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to further
>explain the reasons"
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>this first line had already broken my heart. I continued reading.
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>"You can only type with computer and always mess up the programs in the
>PC, and cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I
>can help restore the programs.
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>You always leave the house key behind, I have to save my legs to rush
>home to open the door for you.
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>You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to
>save my eyes to lead you the way.
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>You always have the cramp whenever your "good friend" approaches every
>month, I have to save my palm so that I can calm the cramps at your
>tummy.
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>You like to stay indoor, and I worry that you will be infected by
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>infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories
>to cure your boredom.
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>You always stare at the computers, and that do no good to your eyes, I
>have to save my eyes so that when we grow older, I can help to clip your
>nails,and help to remove those annoying white hairs.
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>I will hold your hand, stroll down the beach, enjoying the sunshine and
>the beautiful sands... tell you the colour of flowers, just like
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>the glow on your young face...
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>Thus, my dear, I am sure there are someone who loves you more than I
>do... I would not pick the flower, and die.. "
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>My tears dropped on the letters, and blurred the ink of his hand
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>writing...
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>and I resumed my reading...
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>"And now, dear... you have finished reading my answer, if you are
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>satisfied with these answers, please open the door of our house, I am
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>standing there, with your favorite bread and fresh milk...
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>I rushed to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, with his hand
>holding tight on the milk and bread....
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>Oh I am sure no one ever love me as much, and now I have decided to
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>leave the flower alone...
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>That's life, or some said, love, when one is surrounded by love, the
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>feeling of excitement fades away, and one tend to ignore the
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>true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.
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>Love shows in any form, even a very little and corny form, it has never
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>been a model, it could be the most incurious form... flowers, romantic
>moments is only the buckish formed on the surface of the relationship.
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>Under all this, the pillar of truelove stands... and that's our life...
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>I hope everyone enjoy reading it... love, but not words win the
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>arguments...
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>What's yours is yours even if u let it go
>What's not yours will never be yours even if u hold on
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