I mentioned that I got a bouquet of roses a day before Valentine's in one of the previous post. Today I got another bouquet of flowers, this time a mixture of lilies, roses, forget-me-nots, and baby breaths, maybe, a day after Valentine's Day. How weird!
I was suppose to receive the bouquet yesterday actually, but unfortunately, I was back late night after attending a wedding reception of a friend's. The sender then said, it was alright, and then he would instead send it to me today. At that time, I didn't know that what I was to receive would be a flower bouquet. If I had known, probably I would have said, sure, just come and deliver them over!
A gal should be feeling ecstatic to receive a bouquet of flower. I didn't. I felt this bouquet wasn't necessary. It the sender thought it was, then personally, I thought it came a little too late. Not by a day, though. I'm not particular about not getting it on the actual Valentine day. However, the sender had six years in his hands to send me a bouquet, and did not. I would have been ridiculously overjoyed and fall helplessly in love, if he did within those six years. That I would not deny. My romantic side would definitely over-write whatever rational thinking I had then. Things would not have to change, at least not so drastically.
Instead, he chose to present them to me, them so beautiful flowers, this year, when we are no longer a couple. At least in my heart, he is not the one, not any longer. To do this now, it will not change anything. My heart has hardened up for anything related to him. I do not want to hang on to the past, but cherish them, treasure them as part of my memories, some of the things that helped shaped who I am today.
I hope now, he gets the message when I declined to have dinner with him this coming friday, my birthday. I hope that I do not need to get to the point where I need to tell him straight in the face, it's just impossibly too late, for him!
I was suppose to receive the bouquet yesterday actually, but unfortunately, I was back late night after attending a wedding reception of a friend's. The sender then said, it was alright, and then he would instead send it to me today. At that time, I didn't know that what I was to receive would be a flower bouquet. If I had known, probably I would have said, sure, just come and deliver them over!
A gal should be feeling ecstatic to receive a bouquet of flower. I didn't. I felt this bouquet wasn't necessary. It the sender thought it was, then personally, I thought it came a little too late. Not by a day, though. I'm not particular about not getting it on the actual Valentine day. However, the sender had six years in his hands to send me a bouquet, and did not. I would have been ridiculously overjoyed and fall helplessly in love, if he did within those six years. That I would not deny. My romantic side would definitely over-write whatever rational thinking I had then. Things would not have to change, at least not so drastically.
Instead, he chose to present them to me, them so beautiful flowers, this year, when we are no longer a couple. At least in my heart, he is not the one, not any longer. To do this now, it will not change anything. My heart has hardened up for anything related to him. I do not want to hang on to the past, but cherish them, treasure them as part of my memories, some of the things that helped shaped who I am today.
I hope now, he gets the message when I declined to have dinner with him this coming friday, my birthday. I hope that I do not need to get to the point where I need to tell him straight in the face, it's just impossibly too late, for him!
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