Flower

The Story of the Missing Flower

I know I am not alone.

I know that every woman knows, especially those who are in a long-term relationship, that there’s no such thing as a perfect relationship.

When you are already in a long-term relationship, you get to see how things have changed through the years.

Remember those sweet surprises for every monthsaries, those unexpected back hugs, those long night calls, and sweet long good morning and good night texts.

Can you still remember how butterflies kept on tingling your stomach everytime you catch your lover staring at you?

Every time my lover says those sweet I love you’s, it always makes me think how lucky and blessed am I to be loved by a gorgeous sweet man.

But then, let’s get real. We know that at some point, everything will be put on a test.

Yes, at some point in the relationship, tears heavily fell from my eyes.This time it was not because of happiness, but it was because of disappointment.

Should I blame myself for expecting too much? Or should I blame my lover for turning behind my back?

Days passed, everything was forgotten. Time healed the wounds, but the scars are still there.

Forgiving my lover is truly one of the best decisions I have ever made in my life.

I’ve seen a man grown into a better man.

Everything has become better.

But there’s still that missing piece. And I feel selfish for letting this out of my chest.

It has been one of my deepest secrets. I have never told anyone about this yet.

Now, all of you will know about it.

This may sound childish to some people, but please don’t judge me because of this.

First of all, I am a woman.

And I want to receive a flower. From him.

Yes, seven years in the relationship, he has not given me a single flower.

You are probably thinking how shallow am I for keeping a small hole in my heart just because of a flower.

Every night of Valentines Day, as I walk along the road to meet him, I can see women’s smiles while looking at the flowers on their arms and their lover beside them. I get to see men in their coolest Valentine outfits carrying flowers with a big smile on their faces.

I said, how sweet!

Then this made me think, I wish I get one when I meet him.

Then I arrived at the place where I’m going to meet my Valentino.

My valentine is standing in front of me. With no flower to give me.

I’ll be honest, I’m a bit disappointed.

As I walk towards him, memories flashed back.

He may not have given me a flower yet, but I realized that he had given me more valuable things in life that I have never even thought of having.

More things that I will surely cherish my entire life.

He helped me become a better woman, a better daughter, a better individual, and a better life.

Set aside the flower, I know I’m blessed to have this man holding my hand, loving me with all his heart.

 

He loves me, and that’s enough.

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