AUTHOR'S NOTE:

First and foremost, I want to inform that this storyline is not mine. I just read it somewhere while browsing on my phone few months ago. I was touched by this inspiring story that I eventually saved it. You might read this story in the same website. I didn't take it as my own and all the credit goes to the one who owns this. 

Secondly, I post this four days before 20th of August. This is my early gift to everyone as I happily to announce that on the 20th day is my first anniversary here on AFF. This story should be posted that particular day, but because I'm not sure if I'm going to be available on that day, I decided to post this early in time.

Lastly, for those of you who have subscribed to "Art of Letting Go" that story has two chapter to go. I will post it as soon as I have my available time.

3^rd Story: Mistaken Heart

starring Lee Donghae and Jung Jessica

My husband is an Engineer by profession; I love him for his steady nature. And I love the warm feeling when I lean against his chest.

Two years of courtship and now two years into marriage. I would have to admit that I’m feeling getting tired of it. The reason of me loving him before has now transformed into the cause of all the restlessness.

I am a sentimental and extremely sensitive woman when it comes to relationship and my feelings. I yearn for the romantic moments like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite. His lack of sensitivity and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage have disheartened me about love.

One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision—that I wanted a divorce.

“Why?” he asked, shocked.

“I am tired. There is no reason for everything in the world,” I replied.

He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointments only increased. Here was a man who can’t even express his predicament. What else can I hope from him? And finally he asked me: “What can I do to change your mind?”

Somebody said it right. It’s hard to change a person’s personality. And I guess I have started losing my faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered, “Here is the question, if you can answer it and convince my heart, I will change my mind. Let’s say I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause death, will you do it for me?”

“I will give you your answer tomorrow…” my hope sank by listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone. And I saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting underneath a milk glass on the dining table near the front door that goes…

My dear,

I would not pick up the flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further…” this first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.

“When you use the computer, you always mess up the software programs and you cry in front of the screen—I have to save my fingers so that I can help you to restore the programs. You always leave the house keys behind, thus 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 show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your “good friend” approaches every month. I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy. You like to stay indoors and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare at the computer and that will do nothing good for your eyes. I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help you clip your nails and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand…and tell you the color of flowers just like the color of the glow on your face. Thus my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do…I could not pick up the flower yet, and die.”

My tears fell on the letter and blurred the ink of his handwriting. And as I continue on reading… “Now that you have finished reading my answer, if you’re satisfied please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favourite bread and fresh milk.”

I rush to pull open the door and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands the milk bottle and loaf bread.

Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as Donghae does. And I have decided to leave the flower alone.

That's life and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away. And no one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.

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