I never realized that the day would come that I'd ever write something about Valentine's Day. You see, I never liked V day - not that I don't have love within me or I've got nobody to celebrate this day with but I just find the idea of celebrating love on this day so faux down to my throat.
Although I can be bitter with all the "boys" I've loved before, I think it was pretty innate to me that 'tis one occasion is something I cannot stand. There's just so much pretense. I mean, can one not celebrate love everyday? Come on, am not biting this.
Back in my high school days, I remember this particular boy who gave me a bunch of flowers and a big bear that is almost my size on V-day and how much I cried out of embarrassment. Sheesh. And that's not it, my brothers teased me non-stop when I got home. The poor flowers and the boy- giver WERE the topic of our conversation at dinnertime. Yes, with my parents. What a nightmare!
That was not the first and the last time of the flowers incident. It happened almost every year - on my birthday, on V-day and a few justbecause days.
Don't get me wrong, its not that I hate flowers and all. For some reason, I feel so embarrassed at almost every time I carry those.
Fast forward to Feb 13th 2007 at around 8:30-ish, RCBC plaza lobby. Am supposed to meet my beau there before I go to work, he forewarned me that he's got something to give me. I was still so sleepy to be so excited about it. I was just thinking that he might be giving me some stuff that is pink or a long love letter. I was completely clueless and very not in the mood to expect for something grand.
What I saw almost killed me - he was standing near Delifrance holding a bouquet of flowers, all wrapped in pink.
My gawd! What was he thinking?! Here I am in my office building - and all the spectators in "lung center". Oh gawd! This is not happening! I gathered all the courage there is left in me and run away from him. And I kept on mumbling - Oh my gawd! Oh my gawd!
He followed me, yes. Gave me the flowers that I never expected from him. I don't know - he's just not the type who would carry your bag, write you long letters and worst, give you flowers although he's kind of a changed man now. He carries my bag now without having to nudge him and he gave me flowers!
I cried, out of sheer happiness - yes, I am such a drama queen.
Although I can be bitter with all the "boys" I've loved before, I think it was pretty innate to me that 'tis one occasion is something I cannot stand. There's just so much pretense. I mean, can one not celebrate love everyday? Come on, am not biting this.
Back in my high school days, I remember this particular boy who gave me a bunch of flowers and a big bear that is almost my size on V-day and how much I cried out of embarrassment. Sheesh. And that's not it, my brothers teased me non-stop when I got home. The poor flowers and the boy- giver WERE the topic of our conversation at dinnertime. Yes, with my parents. What a nightmare!
That was not the first and the last time of the flowers incident. It happened almost every year - on my birthday, on V-day and a few justbecause days.
Don't get me wrong, its not that I hate flowers and all. For some reason, I feel so embarrassed at almost every time I carry those.
Fast forward to Feb 13th 2007 at around 8:30-ish, RCBC plaza lobby. Am supposed to meet my beau there before I go to work, he forewarned me that he's got something to give me. I was still so sleepy to be so excited about it. I was just thinking that he might be giving me some stuff that is pink or a long love letter. I was completely clueless and very not in the mood to expect for something grand.
What I saw almost killed me - he was standing near Delifrance holding a bouquet of flowers, all wrapped in pink.
My gawd! What was he thinking?! Here I am in my office building - and all the spectators in "lung center". Oh gawd! This is not happening! I gathered all the courage there is left in me and run away from him. And I kept on mumbling - Oh my gawd! Oh my gawd!
He followed me, yes. Gave me the flowers that I never expected from him. I don't know - he's just not the type who would carry your bag, write you long letters and worst, give you flowers although he's kind of a changed man now. He carries my bag now without having to nudge him and he gave me flowers!
I cried, out of sheer happiness - yes, I am such a drama queen.
Here is a man, who is so sweet as he already is, made such an effort to brave me with all those flowers knowing that I don't like receiving anything on V-day. Nobody can make me feel like this weird aside from this man, my Hon.
I know, he's mine to keep.
Today, I made a vow to myself that for as long as God wants me to love this man, I will love him the way he should be loved. No, my principle about V-day remains as intact as it is but it just dawned on me (like how the whole earth is conspiring) that this man can love me more than I could ever imagine.
Now, how do I get home without these flashes on my face?
I know, he's mine to keep.
Today, I made a vow to myself that for as long as God wants me to love this man, I will love him the way he should be loved. No, my principle about V-day remains as intact as it is but it just dawned on me (like how the whole earth is conspiring) that this man can love me more than I could ever imagine.
Now, how do I get home without these flashes on my face?
