Valentine's Day
At 8pm:-
He came in with a box of chocolates and a bouquet of red roses. So cliché.
Wished "Happy Valentine's Day" and pecked me on the right cheek.
Made me a turkey sandwich with cheese and pickles. We got into cozy blankets and sipped some hot chocolate. Cuddled. Talked. Cuddled some more. Talked a little less.
My day before that:-
Woke up in the morning. Was late for work. DAMMIT.
Get into the elevator with an oldie CLEARLY leching on me, top to bottom. So put off.
Look at my luck. My boss decides to shower me with all the excuses he thinks he has given me in the past month, regarding the new Big Data project we are working on. I don't think I agreed with a single one of those accusations. And really, I am not being defensive. I would own up to my mistakes. Reputation is not bigger than honesty.
Right after I am done with that intense day at work, on my way home I see a red Mazda 3 ram into a guy crossing East 10th Street. It was death on the spot. I saw it. I saw him struggle for those 15 seconds.
The day wasn't going in my best interest anyways, but to top it off, I get a call from home. My grandma has been diagnosed with Dementia. No wonder she confuses me with my first cousin every time I see her. That's also may be because I only see her once in a year though. I don't know. Overall, bad day bad news.
After all these instances, he comes in. With flowers and chocolates. Yes. Simple flowers. Simple chocolates. Actually, they were Lindt. Not too simple. But, my favorite.
Sometimes, you don't need something outstanding. You don't need the most extravagant and unique act of love. You just need that important person to shower you with simple attention. Those warm hugs and little ways of showing affection can become the most genuine ways of expressing care. Simplicity is the mother of happiness. Love is just the gynecologist.
Get into the elevator with an oldie CLEARLY leching on me, top to bottom. So put off.
Look at my luck. My boss decides to shower me with all the excuses he thinks he has given me in the past month, regarding the new Big Data project we are working on. I don't think I agreed with a single one of those accusations. And really, I am not being defensive. I would own up to my mistakes. Reputation is not bigger than honesty.
Right after I am done with that intense day at work, on my way home I see a red Mazda 3 ram into a guy crossing East 10th Street. It was death on the spot. I saw it. I saw him struggle for those 15 seconds.
The day wasn't going in my best interest anyways, but to top it off, I get a call from home. My grandma has been diagnosed with Dementia. No wonder she confuses me with my first cousin every time I see her. That's also may be because I only see her once in a year though. I don't know. Overall, bad day bad news.
After all these instances, he comes in. With flowers and chocolates. Yes. Simple flowers. Simple chocolates. Actually, they were Lindt. Not too simple. But, my favorite.
Sometimes, you don't need something outstanding. You don't need the most extravagant and unique act of love. You just need that important person to shower you with simple attention. Those warm hugs and little ways of showing affection can become the most genuine ways of expressing care. Simplicity is the mother of happiness. Love is just the gynecologist.
As Bell Hooks has said, "Living simply makes loving simple."
I love cliché.
I love cliché.
Happiness lies in 'simple' things.
ReplyDeleteVery true, Takku :)
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