A year ago, I was with someone who was confused about what he wanted. Now I’m with a man who genuinely pays attention to me, someone who learns and understands me through the things I repost, the things I share, and the things I tell him.
Love really is in the effort. He keeps showing me that the things I once only talked about are now things I get to experience. He doesn’t just remember what I like, he makes it happen.
My bebe doesn’t even ask if I’m home anymore before sending me flowers. One minute we’re just texting, the next my phone rings because the delivery driver is outside.
I never thought pink was such a beautiful color, but he made me bloom in pink. Forever grateful that life led me to you. Loving you has been one of the greatest blessings I’ve ever received, and I’ll never stop being thankful for your presence in my life 🌸🤎
Lately, our communication hasn’t been the easiest. He’s been caught up in a major project at work, and the six-hour time difference has made our conversations feel few and far between. For someone like me, who tends to overthink and can be skeptical, it hasn’t been easy.
It wasn’t a bouquet, it was a beautiful vase arrangement.
Sometimes love doesn’t always arrive through constant conversations. Sometimes, it quietly finds its way to your doorstep.
Danke, Schatz. Ich liebe dich 🩷
Then today, out of nowhere, I received three calls from an unknown number. I ignored them all, thinking they were spam. It turned out to be a flower courier.
Without a word. Without any hint. He had sent flowers to my home, along with chocolates, just like he always does.