This story tells us something about.....
> 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.
>
> Two years of courtship and now, five 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.
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> 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.
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> 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, seemingly in deep thought.
> My feeling of disappointment only increased.
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> Here was a man who was not able to even express his predicament,
>
> so what else could I expect from him?
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> 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
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> paper with his scratchy handwriting underneath a milk glass,
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> 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
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> programs, and you cry in front of the screen. I have to save my
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> 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.
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> You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city.
> I have to save my eyes to show you the way.
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> You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend"
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> approaches every month. I have to save my palms so that
> I can calm the cramps in your tummy.
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> 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.
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> 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 colour of flowers,
>  just like the colour 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,
> 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,
> clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread....
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> 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.
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> Love shows up in all forms;
> even in very small and cheeky forms.
> It has never been a model.
> It could be the dullest and most 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 LIFE
> --
> The happiest people in the world...
> are not those who have no problems,
> but those who learn to live with things that are
> less than perfect.
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> LOVE is not just between two lovers, husband and wife--
> it also encompass; mother, father and siblings, sisters and brothers,
> friends and neighbors ya!
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> --
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> Until I think of you again with the next warm life touching story...
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