Saturday, 16 February 2013


Valentine's day. Perhaps the most commercialised holiday there is in this planet. For as long as I have been with my boyfriend, I have told him one thing: don't get me flowers, no matter what the occasion is. I was met with a very confused look: "Is this a trick?". No, it is not. It is a personal preference. Yes, I get that all females in this planet seem to love flowers, but I am not one of these people. Which makes me not female. ha! (KIDDING.) No, I don't want you to take me out on a Valentine's dinner. I much prefer if you would cook for me. Bonus points if you cook what I asked you to cook.

The Valentines just passed, I count my lucky starts that I did not receive any flowers, thankyouverymuch. I am so relieved every time this happens because it means he still remembers that I don't want flowers. The fact that he remembers is something that I treasure very much.

The week before Valentines though, I came home to three blue boxes on my dresser and I excitedly open them to find the most beautiful gifts of love from the mister. You know when you unexpectedly receive something that you love but have never asked before, for no apparent reason, other than, well, maybe something along the lines of, you're awesome and I am so happy you are in my life sort of thing?

And it just so happened, you know, that it was leading up to Valentines, and it was like, whoa, baby, you bought me presents? And I was this close of asking him, okay, what did you do?, but of course, I didn't because it's like, hey, gifts are meant to be received graciously, yes?

Thank you, thank you, thank you! You are so kind and I am so grateful. xx

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