story of enduring love: The Loving “Couple” in Letters
John Robson was a disabled man from England. He had only one left hand, was bedridden, and could only see a faint light with his right eye.
He didn’t shut himself away in darkness. He used the faint light given to him by heaven to read books and newspapers.
He thought, since God had given him that faint light, it meant that the door of hope hadn’t been completely closed. In some mysterious way, it seemed he was waiting for something. But what was he waiting for? In this bitter world, what could possibly bring him comfort?
One day, while reading a newspaper, Robson came across an article. The article introduced a girl named Merys, who lived far away in the Coulin Mountains. She was 29 years old, the same age as him, and also completely paralyzed, with only her hands able to move slightly.
Robson’s heart was touched at that moment, becoming soft enough to shed tears. He used the faint light in his right eye to write her a letter of comfort.
He wrote: “God hasn’t completely abandoned me; He gave me a very narrow sliver of light, which allowed me to see you—my equally unfortunate friend.”
He described his “happy” life to her: “I only have one left hand, so I don’t have to worry about the other hand competing with it for things.” “I lie in bed all day, and I think I must have been an incredibly lazy person in my past life, making a wish for the next life to not even have to leave the house…”
“Would you like to know more about my happiness? Write back to me!” Robson wrote at the end of the letter.
Three months later, Merys indeed replied, telling him that it took her two whole months to finish the letter.
“But what a difficult and great task it was. I found a joy in it that I had never seen before. I felt the beauty of life,” Merys wrote. From then on, these two disabled people kept corresponding with each other.
One day, Robson received a letter that completely surprised him—Merys proposed to him.
In her letter, Merys wrote: “Although we absolutely cannot live together, we can become a spiritually loving couple, caring for each other, encouraging each other. My dear, do you agree?”
To reply as quickly as possible, John Robson used his trembling left hand to write only a few lines: “Dear Merys, you are a brave, smart, sincere, and lovely girl. I agree to your request, I agree a thousand times over. My dear, when you receive this letter, you will be my wife. I wish that when our time comes, we can be buried together.”
And so, love was born, born between two people who were almost discarded by God. Their lives began to take on color, saying goodbye to the era of black-and-white photographs.
Every day, when the first rays of sunlight came in, Robson would say to himself, “Good morning, my dear Merys.” He considered everything he could see as Merys’ prayers for him.
Every day, when the moonlight climbed to her bedside, Merys couldn’t help but say, “Good night, my dear Robson.” She considered everything she could see as Robson’s blessings for her. And so, this loving “couple” in letters began a lifelong spiritual love life.
In their letters, they were in perfect harmony, with the husband singing and the wife following. Robson would tell Merys the stories he saw, and Merys would tell Robson the feelings in her heart. If divided into lines, their words would all be love poems. Of course, what they talked about most was their shared dream: to be buried together after death.
Robson lived until 1994, passing away at the age of 63. When the news of his death reached his “beloved wife” Merys, she also passed away, as if they had made an appointment. People saw a look of happiness and contentment on Merys’ face.
Kind-hearted people buried their ashes together. On the tombstone were the names of Robson and Merys, closely leaning on each other, through wind and rain, never to be parted!
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
