me？”　He　said；　“I　will　give　you　my　answer　tomorrow　。。。” My　hopes　just　sank　by　listening　to　his　response。

I　woke　up　the　next　morning　to　find　him　gone；　and　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　that　flower　for　you；　but　please　allow　me　to　explain　the　reasons　further。”　This　first　line　has　already　broken　my　heart。　I　continued　reading。　“When　you　use　the　puter　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　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　traveling　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　puter；　and　that　will　do　nothing　good　for　your　eyes；　I　have　to　save　my　eyes　so　that　when　we　grow　old；　I　can　help　to　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　。。