A friend who knows all my story sent me an interesting story. I have told her everyting I lived, all bad things about my wife and daughter. It seems to me she just wanted to give me a hidden message, advice not to try to move forward and effort to access her no more for my wife but set her free and leave to peace if I really love her.
Her English is not good. I copy her exact letter without any editing. Excuse for some possible mistakes.
parable about a wind and a flower.
The wind met a fine Flower and fell in love with him. The wind gently caressed the Flower, and the Flower answered it with big love which was expressed in color and aroma.
But it seemed to the Wind a little, and it solved: "If I give to the Flower all the power and force, it will begin to give me much more". And the Wind began to blow on the Flower with a huge power of the love. But the Flower didn't take out rough passion and was broken.
The wind tried to lift it and to make live, but couldn't. Then it ceased and began to breathe on the Flower gentle breath of love as right at the beginning, but the Flower died in the eyes.
The Wind cried then:
- I gave you all power of the love, and you broke! It is visible, there was no power of love in you to me, so, you didn't love me!
But the Flower answered nothing. He died.
The one who loves, has to remember, what not by force and passion measure Lyubov, but tenderness and a reverent attitude. Better ten times to restrain, than once to break.
Her English is not good. I copy her exact letter without any editing. Excuse for some possible mistakes.
parable about a wind and a flower.
The wind met a fine Flower and fell in love with him. The wind gently caressed the Flower, and the Flower answered it with big love which was expressed in color and aroma.
But it seemed to the Wind a little, and it solved: "If I give to the Flower all the power and force, it will begin to give me much more". And the Wind began to blow on the Flower with a huge power of the love. But the Flower didn't take out rough passion and was broken.
The wind tried to lift it and to make live, but couldn't. Then it ceased and began to breathe on the Flower gentle breath of love as right at the beginning, but the Flower died in the eyes.
The Wind cried then:
- I gave you all power of the love, and you broke! It is visible, there was no power of love in you to me, so, you didn't love me!
But the Flower answered nothing. He died.
The one who loves, has to remember, what not by force and passion measure Lyubov, but tenderness and a reverent attitude. Better ten times to restrain, than once to break.
Оксана Александрова.
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