My Name Is Not Emo

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

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My husband is a scientist by profession. I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when i lean against his broad shoulders.

Three years in the courtship and now, two years into marriage, I have to admit, I am getting tired of it. The reasons for loving him has now transformed into the cause of all the restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and is extremely sensitive and exquisite when it comes to relationships and feelings. I yearn for romantic moments, like a little boy yearning for candy.

My husband, is a stark contrast to 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, shocked.

“I am tired, there aren’t reasons for everything in the world” I answered.

He kept silent for a long time, seeming to be in deep thoughts with a cigarette lighted the entire night. My feelings 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. I looked 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’s say, I love a flower at a mountain cliff, and we are both sure that picking the flower will cause death, will you still do it for me?”

He said, “I will give you your answer tomorrow….”; My heart just sank after hearing his reply.

The next morning, he was not around, and I saw a piece of paper with his
scratchy writing, underneath a glass of warm milk.

It goes…

“Dear, I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to
further explain the reasons.”

This first line has already broken my heart. I continued reading.

“You can only type with the computer and yet you always mess up the programs in the
PC and cry in front of screen. I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.

You always leave the house keys behind, I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.

You love traveling yet you always lose your way in a new city. I have to save my eyes to lead you around.

You always have cramps whenever your “good friend” approaches every month, I have to save my palm so that I can calm the cramp at your tummy.

You like to stay indoor, and I worry 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 stare at the computer for long hours, and that’s no good for your eyes.
I have to save my eyes so that when we grow older, I can help to clip your
nails, and help to remove those annoying white hair.

I will hold your hand, stroll down the beach, enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand… tell you the colour of flowers, which is just like the glow on your young face…

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

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his hand writing while I resumed 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 rushed to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, with his hand held tight on the milk and bread…. Oh I am sure no one ever loved 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 forget that 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.