“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.” ― C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

The boy and the girl were a couple. The boy was amorous though the girl loved him only. The girl loved rainy day and liked standing alone when it rained. Each time she ran out of the umbrella, the boy usually followed because he wanted to get the rain drops with her. But the girl held him back. “Why don’t you let me stand by you in the rain?” He often asked this question and always got the same answer: “I’m afraid that you could catch a cold”. But when he asked again: “So why do you usually do that?”, the girl just smiled as an answer. Finally, he always satisfied her requests because making her happy was enough for him But happy minutes always elapse very fast. The boy loved another girl. One day, he told her that it’s time for them to part. The girl only nodded silently. She had understood he is a wind… Wind would never be stopped by anyone. That night is the last time he took her to home. Under the veranda, he gave her their last kiss. He said: “I’m really sorry… I’m not good, I’m not worthy of you… But, I want […]

“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her! With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with […]