"Let us not seek the Republican answer or the
Democratic answer, but the right answer. Let us not seek to fix the
blame for the past. Let us accept our own responsibility for the
future." - John F. Kennedy
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. The note went
thus…"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, then you cry in front of the screen. I
have to save my fingers so I can help to restore the programs. You're
fond of leaving 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” approach 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
color of flowers, just like the color 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. Because, I desire
to grow old with you”
At this point tears rolled down my cheeks
uncontrollably, blurring the ink of his handwriting…I continued
reading. “Now, that you have finished reading my answer, 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 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. Love shows up in all forms, even very
small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most
dull and 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 our life. Love, not words, win arguments.
If we can but only look inward we'll be able to correct
majority of the problems facing hitherto loving relationships. In our
illustration she felt her husband was the problem whereas she was part
of the problem. Divorce isn't always the answer, neither is a new spouse
or partner. We're supposed to enjoy, not endure our relationships.
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