My husband is a scientist by profession, I love him for his
steady-being nature, and I love the warm feeling while lean against his broad shoulder.

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. 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. 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.

One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I want a
divorce.

Why?" he asked, shocking. "I am tired, there aren't reasons for
everything in the world" I answered.

He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thoughts the whole night with cigarette lighted all the times.

My feeling of disappointment is getting intense, 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 have started losing faith in him. Look deep into his eyes and I slowly answered : "Here is a question,if you can find the answer in my heart, I will change my mind, Let say, I love a flower at a mountain cliff, and we both sure that the making you to pick the flower will cause death, will you do it for me?"

He said :" I will give you your answer tomorrow...." My heart just
sinkby listening to his respond.

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....

Dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but please allowed me to
further explain the reasons " this first lines has already break my
heart. I continue reading. "You can only type with computer and always messed up the programs in the PC, and cries in front of screen, I have to saved my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.
You always left the house key behind, I have to save my I have to save my legs to rushhome for opening the door for you.

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

You always has the cramp whenever your "good friend" approach every
month, I have to save my palm so that I can calm the cramp at your
tummy.

You like to stays indoor, and I worries that you will be infected by
infantile autism.

I have to save my mouth to tells you jokes and stories to cure your
boredom.

You always stared 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 removed those annoying white hairs.

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

Thus, my dear, before I am sure there are someone who loves you more
than I do... I would not pick the flower, and die.. "

My tears drops on the letters, and blurred the ink of his hand
writing...and I resume 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 rush 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 love me as much, and now I have decided to leave the flower alone...

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


Love shows in any form, even a very little and corny form, it has
never been a model, it could be the most incurious form.. . flowers,
romantic moments is only the buckish formed on the surface of the relationship.

Under all this, the pillar of truelove stands... and that's our
life...I hope everyone enjoy reading it... love, but not words win the arguments...