Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Marriage
He told her he loved her. She asked him what he meant, exactly. He told her that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her and grow old and have children. She asked him why he put children last. He asked her if marriage was going to be like this, with all these questions about love and the order of things. She said it might be that way. He asked her what her love meant to her. She said that her love was like a flower. He asked her if she had any particular flower in mind. She said it was like a sunflower. He said that a sunflower was a pretty obvious flower. She said that maybe it was, but that maybe love isn’t supposed to be original, and yet no two sunflowers are the same. He asked her what she meant by calling her love a sunflower. She said that it would grow and come out as long as it was shined on. He told her that sunflowers don’t grow. She said that they do, they begin as a seed and grow into flowers. He said that plants grow but that sunflowers are just sunflowers, they are already grown and die soon after. She said that that means she will love him until she is old. He said that he had thought she meant that her love was like a sunflower now. She said that was also true, which means that it would be good idea to have children sooner than later. He didn't respond. She thought he was hurt and apologized and told him that she loved him, and that was enough, and that maybe the metaphor was getting in the way. He agreed, then added that maybe they should wait a few years before deciding to have children.
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