Love Beyond Words

My husband is a scientist by profession. I loved him for his alert nature, and the warm feeling when I leaned against his broad shoulders.

Three years in courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, I am getting tired of this marriage. The reasons of me loving him before have now transformed into the reasons of all the restlessness.
I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive and exquisite when it comes to relationship and feelings.
I yearn for romantic moments, as though a little boy yearning for candy. But my husband is just a contrast
of me. His lack of sensitivity and inability to bring 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, shockingly. 

"I am tired. There aren't reasons for everything in the world." I answered.
He kept silent the whole night. Seemed to be in deep thoughts the whole night with a cigarette lit all the time.

My feelings of disappointment were getting intensed . 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?" Somebody said it right!
It's hard to change a person's personality. And I guess I had started losing faith in him.
Looking deeply into his eyes , I slowly answered  : "Here is a question.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 both know that making you pick it will cause your death. Will you do it for me?"
He said :" I will give you your answer tomorrow...."
My heart just sank from hearing his reply.

The next morning, he was not around, and I saw a piece of paper with his scratching writing, with a glass of warm milk under it. It read....

Dear wife,
"I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to further explain the reasons." This first lines had already broken my heart. I continued reading. "You only type with computers and always mess up the programs in our PC, then cry in front of screen. I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.

You always leave the house keys behind. I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.

You love travelling, but always lose your way in a new city. I have to save my eyes to lead you the way.

You always get cramps whenever your "that time of month" comes. I have to save my palm so that I can
calm the cramp 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 does 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 removed those annoying white hairs.

I will hold your hand while strolling down the beach, enjoying the sunshine and the beautiful sands, and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the glow on your young face.

Thus , dear , before I am sure there is someone else who loves you more than I do, I will not pick the flower and die from it. "

My tears dropped on the letter, and blurred the ink of his hand writing. Then I resumed my reading...

"And now, dear, you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied with these answers, please open
the door of our house. I am standing there with your favorite bread and fresh milk.

I rushed to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, with his hand holding tight on the milk and bread.

Oh! I am sure no one ever loves me as much. And now I have decided to leave the flower alone.

That's life, or some say love, when one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement may fade away, and one may tend to ignore the fact that true love lies in between the peace and dullness.

Love shows in any form, even in a very little and corny form.It has never been a model.It can be the most incurious form.. . flowers. Romantic moments are only the buckish form on the surface of the relationship.
Under all these,the pillar of true love stands. And that's our life.