:: Trang Chủ
» Lưu Bút
» Diễn Đàn
» Chơi games
» Nghe nhạc
» Xem phim
» Truyện tranh
» Avatars
» Phòng Tranh

Thơ Tình
Truyện Tình
Vườn tình yêu
Nghệ Thuật Sống
Danh ngôn tình yêu

Tin căn bản
Mẹo vặt
Đồ họa
Kho Download

Học tiếng Anh
Học tiếng Hàn
Học tiếng Hoa

ID:  PASS:  
» Quên mật khẩu   » Đăng ký tài khoản mới
Hỏi và đáp
Hôm nay,  
Lưu bút
Tình yêu
Diễn đàn
Nghe nhạc
Xem phim
Chơi game
Phòng tranh
Quy định
Hỏi đáp
Tình Yêu
Thơ Tình
Truyện Tình
Nghệ Thuật Sống
Vườn Tình Yêu
Tâm Hồn Cao Thượng
Tin Học
Tin Căn Bản
Mẹo Vặt
Đồ Họa
Internet - Web
Kho Download
IT 360°
Giải Trí
Danh Ngôn
Thơ Thẩn
Truyện Cười
Truyện Ngắn
Truyện Ngụ Ngôn
Truyện Truyền Thuyết
Cổ tích - Sự tích
Thế giới games
Học Ngoại Ngữ
Tiếng Anh
Tiếng Hàn
Tiếng Hoa
English audio
English story
Học qua bài hát
Văn phạm tiếng Anh
Kỷ niệm áo trắng
Người thầy
Thơ áo trắng
Kỷ niệm không phai
English story

Story About Love

        Tác giả: st

Three years in the courtship and now two years into marriage, I would have to admit I am getting tired of it. The reasons for loving him previously has now transformed into the causes of all the restlessness.

I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive and exquisite when it comes to relationships and feelings, I yearn for romantic moments, as though a little boy yearning for candy. However, my husband, is just a contrast of me. His lack of sensitivity, and of all, inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love.

One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision about wanting a divorce.

"Why?" he asked, shocked.
"I am tired, there aren't reasons for everything in this world" I answered.
He kept silent the whole night, seemingly to be in deep thoughts as smoked through the night.
My feeling of disappointment got intense.
For a man who can't even express his detainment, what else can I hope from him?
And finally he asked, " What can I do to change your mind?"
Its often said that it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess at that moment in time, I have started losing faith in him.

Looking deep into his eyes, I slowly answered,
"I have a question for you. If you can find the answer in my heart, I will change my mind. Lets say, I love a flower on a mountain cliff, and we are both sure that making you pick the flower for me will cause death. Will you do it for me?"
He said, " I will give you your answer tomorrow...." My heart sank by listening to his response.

The next morning, he was not around. However, I saw a piece of paper with his handwriting underneath a glass of warm milk. It goes like this...


"I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons."

This first line has already broke my heart. I continue 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. I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.

You love traveling 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 your "good friend" approachs every month. I have to save my palm so that I can calm the cramp at your tummy.

You like to stay indoord and I am worried that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tells you jokes and stories to cure you of your boredom.

You always stare at the computers 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 flowers, just like the glow on your young face...

Thus my dear, before I am sure there are someone who loves you more than I do... I would not pick the flower and die.. "

My tears drop on the letter and blurred the ink of his handwriting... and I resume my 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, and saw his anxious face, with the milk and bread in his hands... Oh I am sure no one will ever love me as much as him, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...

And so thats life or some 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 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. However, romantic moments is only the buckish formed on the surface of the relationship.

Under all this, 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 have we all been doing and learn the appreciate what we have better.

Đã được xem 5160 lần
Sưu tầm bởi: camchuong
Cập nhật ngày 21/10/2010

Chưa có cảm nhận nào đc viết cho bài này!

« Tìm nâng cao »
Sister Carrie
Women in Love
Sons and Lovers
Democracy An American Novel
Molly Make-Believe
The Great Gatsby
Little Eve Edgarton
Heart of Darkness
Story About Love
Lần gặp đầu tiên
Lần gặp đầu tiên
Em mất anh, mãi mãi mất anh!
Ý nghĩa của hoa hồng xanh
Gửi Lại Chút Yêu Thương
Tự tình....
(^-^)+(^-^)...Nhớ Em...(^-^)+(^-^)
(^-^)+(^-^)...Nhớ Em...(^-^)+(^-^)
(^-^)+(^-^)...Nhớ Em...(^-^)+(^-^)
Mưa Trên Đảo Nhỏ
Game Online
Học thiết kế web
Xem phim - Nghe nhạc
Nhạc Flash
Truyện Tranh
Chat trên web
Thung lũng Hoa Hồng - Mảnh đất của TÌNH YÊU - Diễn đàn TÌNH YÊU lớn nhất Việt Nam- Love Land - Informatics - Relax worlds
Tình Yêu | Tin Học | Giải Trí | Ngoại ngữ | Nghe nhạc | Xem phim | Flash games | Truyện tranh | Thế giới avatars | 15 phút chia sẻ | Lưu bút
Copyright © 2005 Thung Lũng Hoa Hồng. - All rights reserved. Designed and Coded by Thành Nha