爱情无需刻意去把握，越是想抓牢自己的爱情，反而越容易失去自我、失去原则、失去彼此之间应持的宽容和谅解，爱情也会因此而变成毫无美感的形式。------ 爱情就象一捧沙，抓得越紧，流失得越多。
Saturday, July 31, 2010
站在烦恼里仰望幸福❤
站在烦恼里仰望幸福 ------- 一个人总在仰望和羡慕着别人的幸福，一回头，却发现自己正被别人仰望和羡慕着。------其实，每个人都是幸福的。只是，你的幸福，常常在别人眼里。------ 幸福这座山，原本就没有顶、没有头。你要学会走走停停，看看山岚、赏赏虹霓、吹吹清风，心灵在放松中得到生活的满足。
忍耐。。
人生有很多事，需要忍。人生有很多话，需要忍。人生有很多气，需要忍。人生有很多苦，需要忍。人生有很多欲，需要忍。人生有很多情，需要忍。忍有时是怯懦的表现，有时则完全是刚强的外衣。懂得忍，才会知道何为不忍。
❤简单的幸福❤
简单的幸福 ------ 我叫你亲爱的，是因为我爱你；你叫我宝贝，是因为你宝贝我。------我们一定要去同一个地方，因为我们要在一起幸福的生活。------我们的家可以不够大，但是一定要有温暖的感觉。------因为你笨手笨脚，所以家务的事交给我。------ 你是幸福的，我就是快乐的，为你付出再多我也值得。
慢慢淡忘。。。
没有人有耐心听你讲完自己的故事，因为每个人都有自己的话要说；没有人喜欢听你抱怨生活，因为每个人都有自己的苦痛；世人多半寂寞，这世界愿意倾听，习惯沉默的人，难得几个。------ 我再也不想对别人提起自己的过往，那些挣扎在梦魇中的寂寞，荒芜，还是交给时间，慢慢淡漠。------
如果她不再闹。。。
男孩总会说女孩无理取闹，说女孩没事找事，说女孩不讲道理，说女孩不可理喻。------为什么不去想想，她在对待别人的时候，为什么不是这样的态度？------如果有一天，她不再对你撒娇，她不再对你任性，她不再缠着你，跟你要这个要那个，她不再因为你的任何事情微笑或者皱眉。那么，你就永远的失去她了！
拥抱
情侣的拥抱，是幸福甜蜜的；夫妻的拥抱，是宽容理解的；朋友的拥抱，是贴心信任的；吵架后的拥抱，代表妥协与原谅；相逢后的拥抱，代表思念与激动；离别前的拥抱，代表不舍与期待。------ 拥抱，是无声的语言，拥抱的时候，彼此是被需要的，被别人需要的时候，是一个人最有价值的时候。
人生关键性的一刻
什么是人生关键性的一刻 ------ 是一个决定；是一次选择；是向左，还是向右；是继续，或者放弃。------ 是跟过去告别的一刻；是勇敢擦拭伤口的那一刻；是抉择未来的那一刻。------ 要开心，先要“开”心。
Thursday, July 29, 2010
愛情不是等你有空才珍惜。。。
1.如果有一天，你走進我的心裡，你一定會哭，因為裡面裝滿你的點滴。如果有一天，我走進你的心裡，我也一定會哭，因為裡面找不到我的身影。
2.你忙，忘了我需要人陪。你忙，忘了我會寂寞。你忙，忘了我在等你電話。你忙，忘了你對我的承諾。想告訴你"愛情"不是等你有空才來珍惜的。
3.如果時間能倒轉,我希望轉回到我們認識前,這樣我就可以選擇不要與你相遇,也就可以制止這一切的發生...而我...也不會那麼難過了...
4.是否我沉默了你才能聽到我的心聲.是否我停止了你才能看到我的眼淚.是否我心碎了你才會摸到我的心痛.是否我消失了你才知道我的存在
5.我無法去決定 你心中的哪個位子 即使我拼命去努力 學會了付出 珍惜 擁有 卻依然無法取代..是不是真的結束了你才會有感覺到..我的努力..
6.想念一個人，需要衝動的感覺，思念一個人，需要深刻的烙印，接近一個人，需要滿懷的誠意，愛上一個人，需要十足的勇氣，放棄一個人，談何容易。
7.相互依偎的心，曾幾何時，已漸行漸遠！真心付出，換來絕情變心！愛，被輕易擊碎；心，已傷痕累累！往日的美好回憶、承諾，變成莫大的嘲笑與諷刺！
8.人世界最上乘的課題，是戀愛;戀愛中最難解的問題，是分手;分手後最煎熬的過程，是回憶;回憶裡最痛苦的感受，是我依然愛你...
9.愛情再怎麼堅固,總是無法承受忙碌的侵蝕,你忙的天荒地亂,你忙的忘記關心,你忙的身心疲憊, 你忙的無所適從,我只想說:愛情不是等你有空才珍惜.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
时光机。。
最近在网上遇见了很久没有联络的小学同学。。其实我觉得蛮讶异的因为他还记得我。跟他聊了很多，大多数都是一些爱情上的话题。他告诉我他很羡慕我的男友因为他拥有了第二次的机会。我听了他的故事觉得很心酸很感触。他告诉我“我以前的執著, 我失去了我最愛的女朋友，有沒有誰可以告訴我, 在我有生之年, 有沒有可能做一部時光機, 讓我可以回到以前, 重新開始再愛她多一次”好心酸的一句话。。其实没有经历了失去又怎么会懂得到底有多在乎有多爱呢？往往当你醒觉的时候你身边的那个人已经悄悄的离你而去了，而后悔却已经是于事无补了。套一句话“你知道自己可以爱到什么程度吗？然而不是在幸福的时候才体会到，而是在不幸的时候，我们才能探知到自己到底爱到什么程度”也许听起来很悲哀可是却是千真万确的，因为这句话确确实实印征了我的经历。如果当初我们没有经历了这么多考验，我也不会明白我可以爱他爱到什么程度吧，可是却是在不幸的时候。。如果我也有机会要来一部时光机，让我可以回到从前，我会希望回到什么时候呢？？其实我会想回到我们分开的时候，我重新选择了留在他身边，那现在也许一切都会不一样了吧。。算一算我们也应该在一起12年了吧。。这样我们也不用每次总会去在意那些往事吧~说到底，也许大家都太执着了。。执着着一些不可能改变却总是希望可以改变一点点什么的所以才希望可以回到过去试着去挽回失去的人或事~最后我衷心的希望他可以找到需于他的幸福。。。而我。。希望也可以很幸福好吗？❤❤❤
Friday, July 23, 2010
你遇见了吗。。。
有沒有一雙手，握住了便不輕易放手
有沒有一個肩膀，可以倚靠一輩子都有安全感
有沒有一場擁抱，緊緊的讓兩個人再也不分開
有沒有一種約定，是相約每一個來生都要和你相遇
有沒有一段感情，深深刻在心裡一輩子不會忘記
有沒有一個人，是你用盡了一生力氣還捨不得將他遺忘
我的''他"@他的"我''
兩個人的交往已經逐漸轉趨日常化時，這個階段的戀愛其實比臉紅心跳還更具有真實性。因為這樣的戀愛已經變成了輕鬆自在的關係，就像我們的呼吸一樣自然。所以，當你覺得兩人的戀情已經到了讓人厭倦的地步時，或許才更應該好好加以培養、珍惜。。。
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
如果有一天，你拨我的电话号码，语音告诉你我已经停机。答应我不可以难过，不可以失落；不可以想我，更加不要记得有这样一个我。如果有一天，你的手机不再频繁的响起，请不要等待，不要期盼，更加不要想找到我，只有看到这样的一个你，我才可以放心的离开。
如果有一天，你的耳边不再有人说烦人，讨厌。不再有人固执的说自己永远是正确的，不再有人粗鲁的对你发脾气。不再有人和你讨价还价的想多讲几分钟电话，不再有人在挂电话之前吵着要你亲亲和抱抱。这样的一个我消失了，你会难过吗？
如果有一天，你的短信收件箱里，不再有人可怜兮兮的说距离你回家还有几分几秒，不再有人恶狠狠的说再不和我说话我就揍你拉，不再有人撒娇的说你讨厌说你坏，不再有人在做错事情之后悔恨不已的责备自己不对。不再有人胡言乱语，不再有人长嘘短叹，不再有人时而温顺的对你言听计从，又突然大呼小喝的对你乱发脾气。你失去了这样的一个我，会失落吗？
到了那样的一天，我还是希望你有一点点的难过，一点点的失落，一点点的想我，只要有一点点关于我的记忆就好，真的只要一点点就好。
如果有一天，你打开电脑，我的头像变成了永远的灰色，不要说我不守承诺，是我感觉到累了，倦了，也真的受伤了。
如果有一天，你的生活中没有了我，请记住我对你的好，我的任性，固执；我的宽容，关怀。我毫不着边际的孩子话，我的疯话，傻话，伤心时候流着泪，无奈时候叹着气说过的话。可是你要记得，我们虽然在地球的不同角落，但是我们头上顶着同一片蓝天，脚下踏着同一片绿草地，呼吸着一样的空气，或许这里能找到你的味道。
如果有一天，你的记忆中没有了我，不要忘记我们在一起的每一分每一秒，不要忘记我喜欢什么，讨厌什么，觉得什么是幸福，什么是痛苦。而我无论如何都不会忘记任何一个关于你记忆的片断，你习惯什么，反感什么。觉得什么是快乐，什么是悲伤。感情世界里，没有公平两个字，我不会计较这些，我们在一起的那两个月,会是我这辈子里最美丽的回忆。我还要你记得答应过我什么，许诺过我什么，可是我不好，不乖，不守承诺，我没有等到你彻底忘记了，重新幸福起来的时候就离开了；没有陪你走到痛苦结束的时候，没有等你真正快乐起来的时候，就逃开了。
如果有一天，你的生命中不再有我，一定不可以记得我的存在，我的痕迹，因为我害怕你会失落，会难过，会想我，这一切不是因为你喜欢我，爱我，而是习惯了我每天的电话，每天的留言，我的胡搅蛮缠，我对你的依赖。当一个人的生命中习惯了另一个人存在的时候，即使没有喜欢和爱，他依旧会感到失落，会有点难过，会想他，虽然我是一个喜欢嫉妒，脾气很大，霸道，更加不能容忍我喜欢的人爱着别人的人。但是我依然希望你过的比我好，希望看到你幸福的过着每一天。
如果有一天你的前世和今生都不再有我，当原本就不太坚强的我面对这一刻的时候，我不清楚我会怎么样？而你依旧是你，你会看到我躲在角落里的苦恼懊悔吗？会感觉到我无时无刻不陪伴在你的身边吗？尽管你叹气的时候我不会再去安慰你，难过的时候不会再陪你一起难过，心碎的时候不会再去陪你一起心碎，曾经我做的这一切，你都未曾察觉到，未曾看到，你的记忆，你的生命，你的世界不再有我的时候，我更加清楚的这样的时候，你不会有一点点的难过，一点点的失落，一点点的想我，一点点的关于我的任何记忆。
当这一天到来的时候，是我真的绝望，真的心碎，真的疲倦了。因为有太多太多的时候，我都是装，虽然我总是装作无所谓，可是我真的不在乎吗？而你呢？会在乎我的一切吗？可是我会很自责，会恨我自己，因为我做了一个不守承诺的人。我答应过你任何时候都不会离开你。你对我说过，你不知道如果有一天我离开你了，你会怎么样？我懂，其实都是我不好，我不该让你生活中，生命里，有我的存在，我该做一个默默守候你的爱人，默默承担一切，偷偷等你，想你的人。可是我把一切一切都表现了出来，你知道了，清楚了，了解了，最终感动了，可是我却离开了。
今天陌生的，是昨天熟悉的……
如果有一天，你的耳边不再有人说烦人，讨厌。不再有人固执的说自己永远是正确的，不再有人粗鲁的对你发脾气。不再有人和你讨价还价的想多讲几分钟电话，不再有人在挂电话之前吵着要你亲亲和抱抱。这样的一个我消失了，你会难过吗？
如果有一天，你的短信收件箱里，不再有人可怜兮兮的说距离你回家还有几分几秒，不再有人恶狠狠的说再不和我说话我就揍你拉，不再有人撒娇的说你讨厌说你坏，不再有人在做错事情之后悔恨不已的责备自己不对。不再有人胡言乱语，不再有人长嘘短叹，不再有人时而温顺的对你言听计从，又突然大呼小喝的对你乱发脾气。你失去了这样的一个我，会失落吗？
到了那样的一天，我还是希望你有一点点的难过，一点点的失落，一点点的想我，只要有一点点关于我的记忆就好，真的只要一点点就好。
如果有一天，你打开电脑，我的头像变成了永远的灰色，不要说我不守承诺，是我感觉到累了，倦了，也真的受伤了。
如果有一天，你的生活中没有了我，请记住我对你的好，我的任性，固执；我的宽容，关怀。我毫不着边际的孩子话，我的疯话，傻话，伤心时候流着泪，无奈时候叹着气说过的话。可是你要记得，我们虽然在地球的不同角落，但是我们头上顶着同一片蓝天，脚下踏着同一片绿草地，呼吸着一样的空气，或许这里能找到你的味道。
如果有一天，你的记忆中没有了我，不要忘记我们在一起的每一分每一秒，不要忘记我喜欢什么，讨厌什么，觉得什么是幸福，什么是痛苦。而我无论如何都不会忘记任何一个关于你记忆的片断，你习惯什么，反感什么。觉得什么是快乐，什么是悲伤。感情世界里，没有公平两个字，我不会计较这些，我们在一起的那两个月,会是我这辈子里最美丽的回忆。我还要你记得答应过我什么，许诺过我什么，可是我不好，不乖，不守承诺，我没有等到你彻底忘记了，重新幸福起来的时候就离开了；没有陪你走到痛苦结束的时候，没有等你真正快乐起来的时候，就逃开了。
如果有一天，你的生命中不再有我，一定不可以记得我的存在，我的痕迹，因为我害怕你会失落，会难过，会想我，这一切不是因为你喜欢我，爱我，而是习惯了我每天的电话，每天的留言，我的胡搅蛮缠，我对你的依赖。当一个人的生命中习惯了另一个人存在的时候，即使没有喜欢和爱，他依旧会感到失落，会有点难过，会想他，虽然我是一个喜欢嫉妒，脾气很大，霸道，更加不能容忍我喜欢的人爱着别人的人。但是我依然希望你过的比我好，希望看到你幸福的过着每一天。
如果有一天你的前世和今生都不再有我，当原本就不太坚强的我面对这一刻的时候，我不清楚我会怎么样？而你依旧是你，你会看到我躲在角落里的苦恼懊悔吗？会感觉到我无时无刻不陪伴在你的身边吗？尽管你叹气的时候我不会再去安慰你，难过的时候不会再陪你一起难过，心碎的时候不会再去陪你一起心碎，曾经我做的这一切，你都未曾察觉到，未曾看到，你的记忆，你的生命，你的世界不再有我的时候，我更加清楚的这样的时候，你不会有一点点的难过，一点点的失落，一点点的想我，一点点的关于我的任何记忆。
当这一天到来的时候，是我真的绝望，真的心碎，真的疲倦了。因为有太多太多的时候，我都是装，虽然我总是装作无所谓，可是我真的不在乎吗？而你呢？会在乎我的一切吗？可是我会很自责，会恨我自己，因为我做了一个不守承诺的人。我答应过你任何时候都不会离开你。你对我说过，你不知道如果有一天我离开你了，你会怎么样？我懂，其实都是我不好，我不该让你生活中，生命里，有我的存在，我该做一个默默守候你的爱人，默默承担一切，偷偷等你，想你的人。可是我把一切一切都表现了出来，你知道了，清楚了，了解了，最终感动了，可是我却离开了。
今天陌生的，是昨天熟悉的……
Monday, July 19, 2010
有小缺点让妳唠叨的是好男人~
一群已婚的老同学聚在一起。
新婚的诗容对朋友们投诉：「唉，当初想清楚一点，实在不该结婚。两个人在一起生活，问题真的很多。」
「怎么了？」
「生活习惯真的不一样。他拿什么东西都不会归回原位，下一次要用时常找不到东西，害我跟着他忙得团团转。不知道跟他讲过几次了，袜子还是会乱丢，我现在脾气变得很差，只要一看到他乱丢的袜子就想发火…我爸妈来我家时，他也不会多应酬一下，没说几句话，就说他有事要处理，回到书房面对他最爱的计算机…」
诗容觉得老公破坏了她井井有条的生活秩序，新婚后两人老是为小事吵嘴。
结婚已久的老同学都相视而笑。最后，瑞真忍不住了，对诗容说：「这不过是一些小事情嘛，结婚久了妳就会知道，有小缺点让妳念的都是好男人，别人在福中不知福了。」
女人面对感情，常见的状况是：有人遇到一个烂男人，偏偏爱得要死；有人明明碰上好男人，却让她嫌得要命。
和姐妹淘相聚时。碰到坏男人的，面对一群替她觉得忿恨不平的朋友，她反而会说起这个男的优点来，努力强调，她没有离开他，只因他曾经对她做过什么好事。碰到好男人的，反而会在老友面前数落这个男人的缺点，彷佛每一个小罪状都像不堪同居之虐待一样。
这是有道理可循的。烂男人很少对她好，所以，她特别会记住他对她的那一点点仁慈；好男人很少对她坏，她不自觉的就变得挑剔起来，只要他有一点点不好的地方，在她心中，就会变成天大的罪状。
好不好是相对的。烂男人只要忽然有一点好，他身边的女人都觉得是天大恩赐。在长久的被忽略中，他们身边的女人变得十分容易满足。
有小缺点让你念的，都是好男人，妳天天在意那些事情，只因他并没闯下什么大祸。他对妳好，才能够忍耐妳的唠叨。
两个人在一起生活，谋合期本来就很长，爱一个人，未必能爱上一个人的生活态度与生活秩序，只能在各种小小的不满意中，慢慢谋求一些折衷之道了。
新婚的诗容对朋友们投诉：「唉，当初想清楚一点，实在不该结婚。两个人在一起生活，问题真的很多。」
「怎么了？」
「生活习惯真的不一样。他拿什么东西都不会归回原位，下一次要用时常找不到东西，害我跟着他忙得团团转。不知道跟他讲过几次了，袜子还是会乱丢，我现在脾气变得很差，只要一看到他乱丢的袜子就想发火…我爸妈来我家时，他也不会多应酬一下，没说几句话，就说他有事要处理，回到书房面对他最爱的计算机…」
诗容觉得老公破坏了她井井有条的生活秩序，新婚后两人老是为小事吵嘴。
结婚已久的老同学都相视而笑。最后，瑞真忍不住了，对诗容说：「这不过是一些小事情嘛，结婚久了妳就会知道，有小缺点让妳念的都是好男人，别人在福中不知福了。」
女人面对感情，常见的状况是：有人遇到一个烂男人，偏偏爱得要死；有人明明碰上好男人，却让她嫌得要命。
和姐妹淘相聚时。碰到坏男人的，面对一群替她觉得忿恨不平的朋友，她反而会说起这个男的优点来，努力强调，她没有离开他，只因他曾经对她做过什么好事。碰到好男人的，反而会在老友面前数落这个男人的缺点，彷佛每一个小罪状都像不堪同居之虐待一样。
这是有道理可循的。烂男人很少对她好，所以，她特别会记住他对她的那一点点仁慈；好男人很少对她坏，她不自觉的就变得挑剔起来，只要他有一点点不好的地方，在她心中，就会变成天大的罪状。
好不好是相对的。烂男人只要忽然有一点好，他身边的女人都觉得是天大恩赐。在长久的被忽略中，他们身边的女人变得十分容易满足。
有小缺点让你念的，都是好男人，妳天天在意那些事情，只因他并没闯下什么大祸。他对妳好，才能够忍耐妳的唠叨。
两个人在一起生活，谋合期本来就很长，爱一个人，未必能爱上一个人的生活态度与生活秩序，只能在各种小小的不满意中，慢慢谋求一些折衷之道了。
To All Married Couples and Singles Who Intend To Get Married
(Worth reading this)
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate
quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic
calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away
the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!
That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; I had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Dew. I didn't love her anymor
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, 30% shares of my company and the car. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had bec
Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there
did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.
She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a
months time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever m
Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she
has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So
when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words
brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed
her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset.
I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest.. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that
I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair
was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning... This was the woman who had given ten years of her
life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became
easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my
dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it
hit me; she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart.
Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to c
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to
school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly
without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry,
Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I
said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to ho
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove
away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote:
'I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart'
The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, the property, the bank
balance that matters. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you do, you just might save a marriage.
Relationships are made not to exploit, not to be broken.
We teach some by what we say
we teach some more by what we do
But we teach most by what we are
- Unknown-
You don't get to choose how you are going to die, or when, but, you can decide how you are going to live, here and now.
Remember:
people will forget what you said ...
people will forget what you did ...
But people will never forget how you made them feel....
'You Have to Learn Lessons Also from Others Mistakes because you will Not Get Time to Do All the Mistakes on Your Own’
(Worth reading this)
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate
quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic
calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away
the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!
That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; I had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Dew. I didn't love her anymor
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, 30% shares of my company and the car. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had bec
Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there
did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.
She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a
months time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever m
Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she
has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So
when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words
brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed
her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset.
I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest.. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that
I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair
was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning... This was the woman who had given ten years of her
life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became
easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my
dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it
hit me; she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart.
Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to c
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to
school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly
without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry,
Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I
said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to ho
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove
away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote:
'I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart'
The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, the property, the bank
balance that matters. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you do, you just might save a marriage.
Relationships are made not to exploit, not to be broken.
We teach some by what we say
we teach some more by what we do
But we teach most by what we are
- Unknown-
You don't get to choose how you are going to die, or when, but, you can decide how you are going to live, here and now.
Remember:
people will forget what you said ...
people will forget what you did ...
But people will never forget how you made them feel....
'You Have to Learn Lessons Also from Others Mistakes because you will Not Get Time to Do All the Mistakes on Your Own’
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