One of my closest friends told me that she knew her man was "The One" when they were on a long car ride, and her brain thought "I could do this for the rest of my life."
I was on the phone just now, and I was listening to a message that my man left me. The message was long, and for the cynical it was super sugary. But when it finished, I kept lingering. When it got to the "Do you want to save this message? Press 9." I kind of woke up from my dream.
My man has bought me flowers now 2 weekends in a row, and knows I absolutely love roses. He makes sure "his baby" is well taken care of and makes sure she has roses. I have had pink and purple thus far. I simply adore a man who wants his girl to have the things she loves from a man who loves her without hesitation.
He has also purchased me a ring dish (enamel with peacocks, my fav.), and we have photos done and in both our residences. He wants to make sure I am well loved, and I love having those reminders to know that I am loved.
In return, I have begun a tradition my dad started years ago, I bought him a card of my thoughts when I am not with him. He'll get another this weekend, if I find it in time. My dad used to go on business trips and mail us (my mom, me and my brother) separate cards, one for each of us, from the hotel he was staying at, no matter how long or how short the trip was, to make sure we knew we were never out of his mind. :)
I was informed in my last major relationship that I didn't need affectations or reminders that I was loved. I never received a birthday card or gift, no Christmas gifts, and the one time he brought me something- was cheesecake for two and the ugliest spray painted daisies ever, after I had my second back surgery. Yeah, and then the love ran out, and I think it was because I finally woke up from that mess. (notice he is no longer in my life)
But I am excited that I am so cherished, now, and I truly hope that I can show him how cherished he is to me. I loved that I didn't want to let that message finish this morning.
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