{"id":515,"date":"2009-06-03T11:33:16","date_gmt":"2009-06-03T18:33:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/seattletimes.6eptember.com\/?p=515"},"modified":"2009-06-03T11:33:16","modified_gmt":"2009-06-03T18:33:16","slug":"%e2%99%a5-love-%e2%99%a5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/seattletimes.6eptember.com\/?p=515","title":{"rendered":"\u2665 Love \u2665"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My husband is Software Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.<\/p>\n<p>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.<\/p>\n<p>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.<\/p>\n<p>One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Why? &#8221; he asked, shocked.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I am tired. There are no reasons for everything in the world !&#8221; I answered.<\/p>\n<p>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?<\/p>\n<p>And finally he asked me: &#8220;What can I do to change your mind?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Somebody said it right&#8230; It&#8217;s hard to change a person&#8217;s personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him.<\/p>\n<p>Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered: &#8220;Here is the question. If you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind.<\/p>\n<p>Let&#8217;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?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He said: &#8221; I will give you your answer tomorrow&#8230;.&#8221; My hopes just sank by listening to his response.<\/p>\n<p>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&#8230;.<\/p>\n<p>My dear, &#8220;I would not pick that flower for you, but&#8230;.please allow me to explain the reasons further&#8230;..<\/p>\n<p>This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;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.<\/p>\n<p>You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.<\/p>\n<p>You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city. I have to save my eyes to show you the way.<\/p>\n<p>You always have the cramps whenever your &#8220;good friend&#8221; approaches every month. I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.<\/p>\n<p>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.<\/p>\n<p>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&#8230;and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the colour of the glow on your young face&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do&#8230; I could not pick that flower yet, and die &#8230; &#8221;<\/p>\n<p>My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting&#8230; And as I continue on reading&#8230; &#8220;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&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>I rushed to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread&#8230;.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&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;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.<\/p>\n<p>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 &#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands&#8230; AND THAT&#8217;S LIFE<\/p>\n<p>People often goes for romantic gestures, surprises and sweet words whispered into their ears. We fall in love and feel loved because of these so called romantic moments.<\/p>\n<p>But the truth is romantic moments cannot show how much a person loves you. They merely create the feeling of being loved.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8211;<br \/>\nNo i didn&#8217;t write the story &#8211; got it off someone&#8217;s <a href=\"http:\/\/i-believe.livejournal.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">blog<\/a>.. Thanks!<\/p>\n<p>I can so totally relate to this story man&#8230; even if one day BH and I reached this pt.. i don&#8217;t think he&#8217;ll even give a damn to do something romantic just to rekindle the r\/s<\/p>\n<p>Ultimately, call me immature or what &#8211; i don&#8217;t care if he love me &#8220;deep deep&#8221; or not&#8230; i wld rather have romantic moments \ud83d\ude41<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My husband is Software 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 &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/seattletimes.6eptember.com\/?p=515\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;\u2665 Love \u2665&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/seattletimes.6eptember.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/515"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/seattletimes.6eptember.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/seattletimes.6eptember.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/seattletimes.6eptember.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/seattletimes.6eptember.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=515"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/seattletimes.6eptember.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/515\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/seattletimes.6eptember.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=515"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/seattletimes.6eptember.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=515"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/seattletimes.6eptember.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=515"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}