.Saturday, March 26, 2005 ; 9:16 PM -
.His Mercy is New everY mornInG.
I stumbled upon a blog...whoever's blog it is..and found this story. It kinda touch me.
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 everytime 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. Everytime
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 muffin."
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...
Well?
