As usual, I was browsing through the bridal forum when I came upon this particular thread whereby some btbs(which I suppose) was posting some touching love stories online. There's one particular one that I tear after reading. I think it is the most beautiful reason I have ever heard of and would like to share here with my friends =)
My husband was an engineer. Since I met him, he was always an unflappable rock in my life. I knew he always had his feet firmly planted on the ground, and it seemed that no matter what else went crazy, he would be the one constant.
Three years of romance, and two years of marriage later, I got tired. He was the most unromantic man I know. He never bought me flowers, he never surprised me, and nothing changed in our marriage.
After some time, I finally found the courage to tell him that I wanted to leave him. He just sat there, speechless. My heart froze... what kind of man was I married to that didn't even know what to say to make me stay? After a while, he spoke, "What can I do to change your mind?". "I will stay if you can give me a good answer to this question," I replied coldly. "If I asked for a flower that grew on a cliff, and you knew that getting it for me means certain death, would you get it for me?". His face grew troubled. "Can I give you an answer tomorrow morning?" he asked. Hearing that kind of answer, my heart died. I knew that I could never be happy with a man who couldn't even give me a answer straight away.
The next morning, when I woke up, he was missing. In the living room, under a warm glass of milk, was a note. My eyes grew misty as I read it...
"Dear, I have my answer. I will never pick the flower for you if it meant certain death.
But before you leave, I hope you can give me a chance to give you my reasons....
You will always sit in front of the computer and type about for the whole day, but every time you will end up in tears cause your formating will always go all over the place... I need my fingers, to do the formating for you, so your tears will become smiles.
You like to travel, but would always get lost... I need my eyes, so that I can bring you to the nicest places on earth.
Every time you leave the house, you would always forget your keys... I need my legs, so that I can run home to open the door for you.
You never knew how to take care of yourself... I need my hands to help you get rid of the pesky white hair you hate so much when you grow old, to trim your nails, to feed you.
So you see, that's why I can't pick the flower for you.
Until I find someone who loves you more than I do, I will need my body to take care of you. If you accept my reasons, then open the door, where I will be waiting with your favourite kayabread." With tears streaming from my eyes, I opened the door, and there he stood, with a extremely worried look on his face. He still had nothing to say, but just stood there waving the packet he had in his hand in front of me.
And then I knew for a fact that I will never find another man who will ever love me as much as he does. Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean that they don't love you with all they have...
Guess what, I have the same exact sentiments. Even though woodblock was never the kind of romantic man that I use to envy my galfrens' bfs seemed to be, the little things he do for me in daily lives was way beyond the simple love that anyone could have given me. Even though it may seemed to others that he will have a difficult life for him to have such a wife who is very stubborn in getting things done her way, he made everything seemed so bliss to him.
Strange as it may seemed to be but whenever, I am nasty, he never fails to laugh heartily with genuineness and find all my words funny, cute and witty in telling bad about him. He has totally displayed what the advert on 'Beautifully Imperfect' means by loving my hot temper, my laziness ... Where can I find another person who loves all my bad habits and bad attributes so much and still see me as an angel?
I often asked woodblock whether he belongs to the earth as he looks like some baby angels (largely due to his fault of having such a baby face) from the sky and I was kinda of worried he may be going back soon after finishing his CIP hours with god for taking such great care of me. All I can say if woodblock has won toto, then I have won lotto when we got married together.
Many did ponder and wonder why we got married so early. The reason is just so straight forward. We love each other so much that we just want to start enjoying life together every second until our death which we have no idea when it will be. So why not start early together and maximise out every moment together? Idon't care whether pple see this as a dependence, but to me as long I am living happily everyday with the person I adore so much,
I am the WINNER of MY LIFE .