He told me he is not one to go mushy over valentines or any affairs of the heart.. that I should not expect sweet letters, dedicated song nor poems - not even flowers.. he always buys me chocolates even whem there’s no reason too. But flowers, never. O asked him why not and he says it’s not his way and that I should not expect him to give me one. So I buy flowers for him, put in a vase in his room. Every single time he asks me why waste money on something that will wilt and I say flowers make me happy.
Today, we went out to do some errand and do what we usually do when we go out, eat and watch a movie; except today he kept reminding me it is not to celebrate valentines day. On our way home, he stopped by a shop saying he forgot to buy something, I thought t’was coffee. I stayed in the car and when he came back had a bouquet of long-stemmed roses and chocolate. He handed it to me, kissed me, and whispered ‘dont say another word. And dont post this online.’ I was happy. I am happy. I am grateful. I am blessed.