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…