"Unless Im Sure"- Inspiring Story

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"UNLESS I AM SURE..."
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.
Three years of courtship and now, two 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 my restlessness. I am a sentimental
woman
and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my
feelings. I
yearn for 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, and I wanted
a
divorce.
"Why?" he asked, shocked. "I am tired, there are no reasons for
everything
in the whole world!" I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seems
to be
in deep thought. My feeling of disappointment only increased. Here was
a
man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from
him?
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 picking the flower will cause your death,
will
you do it for me?'" He said, "I will give you your answer tomorrow."
. "My hope just sank by listening to his response.
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 [reads]:

My Dear,

I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to
explain
the reasons further"
The first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.
"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 to 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 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
clip
your nails, and help 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."
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, if you are
satisfied,
please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your
favorite
bread and fresh milk."
I rush 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.

* FROM: Leahlyn A. Guloy, Beautiful Story (excerpt)

Shared by Joe Gatuslao
Bacolod City, Philippines