A gift forever
In Monterrey, some time ago... This date was in the habit of being very important: the day of the anniversary of weddings. Nevertheless, it would be the first time that they it would not celebrate together. Carlos had died scarcely, consumed by the cancer.
Every year he was sending to Ana a bouquet of roses, with a card that he was saying: " I love You more than last year. My love will grow more every year ". But this one would be the first one that would not receive them. Suddenly they called to his door, and for his surprise, on having opened a bouquet of roses was opposite to her, with a card that he was saying " I Love You ".
Ana bothered thinking that it had been a joke of evil I please. She spoke to the flower shop to claim the fact, and on having answered him, the owner attended to him. She said to her that already she knew that his husband had died, and asked him if she had read the interior of the card. It she made clear to her that these roses were paid by his husband in advance, as well as all other for the rest of his life.
On having hung the telephone to Ana his eyes of tears were filled. It she opened on: " Hello my love, I know that it has been a difficult year for you, I wait could re-put soon, but it he wanted to say to you, that I will love you for the rest of the times and that we will return to be united again. You roses will be sent every year in our anniversary; the day that they do not answer to the door, five attempts will do in the day, and if yet you do not answer, be be sure of taking them to where you are, that will be close to me. It he loves you forever, Carlos, your husband ".
In this sense, how not to talk of marriage? How Not to mention the beauty so ancient and so new to love forever? When a woman and a man they love, with devotion, sacrifice, faithfully enduring-and note I say man and woman, love becomes the twin of eternity. Marriage is the full delivery of human love and true love only exists in the necessary continuity. The passion, instinct springs burn rapidly reduces them to slag and leaves only ashes in their hands.
Ana bothered thinking that it had been a joke of evil I please. She spoke to the flower shop to claim the fact, and on having answered him, the owner attended to him. She said to her that already she knew that his husband had died, and asked him if she had read the interior of the card. It she made clear to her that these roses were paid by his husband in advance, as well as all other for the rest of his life.
On having hung the telephone to Ana his eyes of tears were filled. It she opened on: " Hello my love, I know that it has been a difficult year for you, I wait could re-put soon, but it he wanted to say to you, that I will love you for the rest of the times and that we will return to be united again. You roses will be sent every year in our anniversary; the day that they do not answer to the door, five attempts will do in the day, and if yet you do not answer, be be sure of taking them to where you are, that will be close to me. It he loves you forever, Carlos, your husband ".
In this sense, how not to talk of marriage? How Not to mention the beauty so ancient and so new to love forever? When a woman and a man they love, with devotion, sacrifice, faithfully enduring-and note I say man and woman, love becomes the twin of eternity. Marriage is the full delivery of human love and true love only exists in the necessary continuity. The passion, instinct springs burn rapidly reduces them to slag and leaves only ashes in their hands.
It is true. The love or it is forever or simply it falls down for his own weight. Or it has flavor of eternity or is tasteless, tart and sadly bitter, gets lost with the time, color transforms in recollection ash. This way a great writer says it: "The love is not an adventure. It possesses the flavor of the whole person. An instant cannot last only. The eternity of the man it shares feelings.
That is true love: eternal. Able to love beyond death. Able to overcome all obstacles, even the weather. Able to send roses from eternity.
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