Sad Love Stories
That Make You Cry
Story About Love Part 2
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Dear,
"I would not pick that flower for you but please allow
me to explain the reasons."
This first line already broke my heart. I continued reading.
"You are hopeless with computers and always mess up
the programs in the PC and end up crying in front of screen.
I have to save my fingers so that I can help you restore
the programs. You always left the house keys behind at home.
I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for
you. You love travelling but always lose your way in a new
city. I have to save my eyes to lead you the way. You always
have cramps whenever you it’s the time of the month
again. I have to save my palm so that I can calm the cramps
at your tummy.
You like to stay indoors and I am worried that you will
be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth
to tell you jokes and stories to cure you of your boredom.
You always use the computers for long hours and that is
not healthy 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 hairs. I will hold your hand,
stroll down the beach and enjoy the warm sunshine and beautiful
sand together... I will also tell you the colour of the
flowers, which is just like the glow on your youthful 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 drop onto the letter and smudged the ink of his
handwriting. I resumed 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 right there with your favorite
bread and fresh milk.”
I rushed to pull open the door. I came upon his anxious
face with the milk and bread in his hands. By now, I was
sure that no one will ever love me as much as him, and I
have decided to leave the flower alone.
And so that’s life or some might say love. When one
is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fade away
and one tends to ignore that true love lies in between peace
and dullness. Love shows up in any form even in very little
and corny forms. It has never been a model. It could be
in the most incurious form like flowers.
In comparison, romantic moments are only the buckish formed
on the surface of a relationship. Underneath the surface,
the pillar of true love stands and that's our life. I hope
everyone enjoys reading this story about… Love.
Sometimes, we do not cherish the things around us and ask
for more. Perhaps we should all sit down and think about
what we already have and learn to appreciate them better.
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