Love and Separation

I didn't realize I was the most important person of my life.

My husband was an engineer. I married him because I loved the quietest nature. This warming up my head to the chest of my own man would make me feel better too.

This property that my wife once loved was making me uneasy. When it comes to a business relationship, I'm pretty sensitive, even a very sensitive woman. Romantic moments, I'm fond of a little boy's fond of candy. However, my husband's calmness, in other words, the insensitivity to our marriage, romanticism has taken me from love, away from me.

Finally, I explained to her my decision: I wanted a divorce. ’Why?’ She asked boldly, with her eyes opened. Adı I really don't have a reason, ’I said, um I'm just tired., He didn't put a knife in his mouth all night. He thinks. This state of affairs would only help to increase my disappointment: I was married to a man who was incapable of hitting out his troubles.
What could I expect of him! Eventually he asked:: What can I do to deter you? Ki So what he said was true: the temperament of the people could never be changed. My last faith crumbs were lost. ’That's the point,‘ I said. . If you can find the answer to the question yourself and convince my heart, I can give up my decision. Sen Taking off that flower for me is going to cost all the bones of your body to fall, and even your life.

Would you do that for me? Yarın He scrutinized my face and said, ‘I'll give you the answer tomorrow. Bunu I lost my last hope with this answer. When I woke up the next morning, he wasn't home. He put an empty bottle of milk on the kitchen table and left a note under it. Tı Sweetheart, ’she began, d I would not break that flower for you ord My heart was broken again. I kept reading.

'Because I need your hands because I always have to run to get home before I do.' ' I need my eyes to be able to relieve the cramps on his belly that he had caused during his visit every month. I need my mouth for the morning. "" From morning to evening looking at the computer is inevitable to break your eyes, I can cut his fingernails when you get older, white hair you do not want to be seen I need my eyes to say that the color of the flowers is like the color of your face in your youth. ım But if there is someone who loves you more than me, I'll go to that abyss and pluck that flower for you, sweetheart. ini inks were scattered. My tears were falling into the letter. . If you read the letter and your heart is convinced, open the door, dear. I'm waiting at your door with your favorite sesame bread and fresh milk. Taze I ran and opened the door.

She was standing in front of the door with an anxious face and sherbet bread and milk firmly held in her hands. Now I knew very well: no one could love me more than him. I decided to leave that flower on the edge of the cliff. That was true love. The excitement we're used to seeing in the early years of excitement, we can't see that when the excitement disappears years later, it continues to exist in peace and stillness. But love is always there. Maybe it's no longer excited, maybe not romantic anymore ... Maybe boring, monotonous, maybe even faceless.

But love is always there. Flowers and romantic moments are of course necessary to begin the relationship. After a while, even if they go, the column of true love remains eternal. Life is just like that..