This would seem funny if not embarrassing but in my 28 years of life here in this planet, this was the first time in my life that a guy has given me flowers and chocolates on V-Day. 28 years and it's my first time to experience that sense of pride and happiness in knowing that I was remembered and that I was special to somebody - not just somebody but somebody I hold dear, my husband.
Rain, as always has unknowingly melted my heart in his simple gestures and in his desire to simply please me and make me happy. I was just expecting a simple lunch since that was what's slated for our day, but no, I was pleasantly surprised by his gifts.
During the lunch, he told me that this was his first V-Day. The first V-Day that he actually celebrated and made efforts to be one of the many who make this day special. It was mine too. And now, that I was actually part of the hype and the frenzy, it's easy to understand why people go out of their way to find time and energy for this day. This is a day where you'd like to let the person you love feel specially loved.
I used to think that it was corny or cheesy to be part of the events, the hype, the mania that is V-Day. I avoid restaurants and movie houses during this day as I know they'd be packed with love stricken couples on a date. I mentally try to calculate how much of the flowers all dolled up in a bouquet, will eventually find their way not in vases but in the trash at the end of the day. Yes, I was one of those who look at the dating couples make estimates of how long their relationship is going to last.
Now I understand that all that was was misunderstanding if not just sheer envy for those who feel specially appreciated on this special day because now I know how wonderful it is to be a part of the frenzy. How wonderful it feels to be affirmed that you are loved and are special to not just anybody but more especially to that one person who means the whole world to you.