Heart racing like a race horse in it's stall, hearing nothing but the beat of it's own heart before the clock reaches zero and the gates open apart. There I was, standing at the top of the stairs, waiting for him. Calendar date - February 14th. Looking around, I squeeze in my hand the luxurious chocolate box and think about the dinner I planned out, his favorite food in combination with my nudity. Should be good. Finally, I see him, walking my direction. The surge of emotions is powerful, I want to embrace him, passionately kiss him, but I know I can't, we're at school. Next thing I know, he hands me a chocolate box and says "Happy Valentine's Day, could you just quickly open it? I'm hungry and been looking at it since last night, you should be happy I didn't eat it", then smirking and continuing to walk.
I don't really know what I was expecting, I knew him well. However, it is during days such as these when one falls under the magic spell of images of crimson roses, a "You really look lovely today" here and there and an occasional treat that reminded him of you. It's one thing to love someone, it's another thing to make it last.
In today's society, many people deem flowers, compliments and the power of loving phrases as merely overused cliches or god forbid, as unwanted relationship elements according to certain radical feminists (I still think most are just women who need to shave). Why tell her when she knows it anyways? Thankfully, the situation is not as bad as it is with recycling. However, why is it that men in particular have so much difficulty with living up to such expectations? Why is it ridiculous? The fact that it has become an almost unreachable expectation from women in many relationships to have her man surprise her with something from time to time is nothing else but sad, however "natural".
On the other hand, when I look around, all I see is women who ponder the exact same question in their relationships or women that receive the kind of mentioned treats from men who do not genuinely love them. Is there some kind of pattern? Are women, on an emotional, physical and chemical basis merely attracted to men that cannot fulfill their needs and wants to the fullest? Are these the only kinds of relationships that have the potential to survive because they are the only relationships that require an element of tolerance?
Whatever the answer to these questions is, I shall not find out anytime soon and do not believe that I will know the answers to these questions even when I'm a gracefully be-wrinkled old spinster reading porn novels instead of sewing socks. However, I wish that one day I will meet someone who will instead of hunger, present himself with a simple flower. Doesn't everyone deserve a modest piece of life's infinite supply of warming charms and delicate surprise? Doesn't everyone deserve to be treated with an immortal word, a fragrant flower and a simple compliment?
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