Love ... means...

The best of forwarded mail that i got.

Take sometime to read this, you will understand what
is love...

Sometimes we are blind to see the goodness of our
spouses and deaf to hear their kind words for us. A
nice story to share......

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 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, seems to be in deep
thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. 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 that picking the flower will cause your
death, will you do it for me?"

He said:" I will give you your answer tomorrow...." My
hopes 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 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, and you cry in front of
the screen, 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 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... 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
dullest 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...



Action without vision is a nightmare ., Vision without action is a daydream