Thursday, April 09, 2009

The One With the something worth reading

Read this from kak Rin's FB note... I find it touching... and also as a reminder for myself to always be thankful of what I have... I do admit... I have thousands... maybe more.... flaws.. and he rarely say anything about it...
and I know, being a clingy wifey... I do sometimes (or is it most of the time?) requires more attention...
and sometimes.. I think it was a bit too much... so sorry dear...

So to all my friends... enjoy reading....

Hope this story remind you of the reason why you are with the one you love although sometimes it seems "BORING" or you question why you are with them…the answer is often clear, if only we choose to remember….



"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. 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, seemingly in deep thought. My feeling of
disappointment only increased. Here was a man who was not able to even
express his predicament, so what else could I expect from him?

And finally he asked me: "What can I do to change your mind?"

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...."

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,
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 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....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..."

-AUTHOR UNKNOWN-

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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

8 comments:

genny da bomb said...

saya penah baca versi wife punya..part last suh bukak pintu tu yang sama hehehe..

neway lenny saya nk mintak ijin(dh masukkan pun)link blog awak hihihi..

Lenny said...

genny: ada ke versi wife? kalau ada mai fwddddd...:D

kita pon dah link awakkk..:D

fifi said...

huhuhu nak nangessssss

chicsinred said...

I have read this story so so many time tapi each time aku baca aku mesti akan menangis without fail!

Kan, kadang-kadang kita terlupa pasal orang lain sebab sibuk fikirkan perasaan dan kehendak sendiri

Lenny said...

fifi: mak pon nanges jugaaa

chics: yupp... kita slalu camtuh....pk kehendak sendiri yg tak tertunai je.. yg kehendak dah ditunaikan... tak reti plak nak list down kan?:((

genny da bomb said...

lenny kasik le email lenny..nnti saya fwdkan..hehe..

...$weE+ 666... said...

zz pun dpt email nih. nangisssssssssssssss... huhuhu

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