There's got to be a first time for everything, but I never thought tonight would be the first time I'd get flowers from a boy. Not that I minded at all! Talk about the most pleasant of surprises! I honestly said, "Flowers? For me?" as I opened the door to my man friend and his special treat. I mean, at that point, who else would they be for? I was just not expecting it at all, and really, that's the best kind of surprise, which I LOVE! Seriously, I LOVE a good surprise, bring it on!
Surprises aside, I ask again, is this romance? Does this really exist outside of movies and books? And, since I'm seeing it does in fact occur, why am I so surprised it's happening to me? Why don't I deserve someone who likes me, who enjoys my company, who wants to see my eyes light up at unexpected flowers? My sensible side says I do, but there's the unconfident, doubtful side that wonders why? Why me? I think I have to stop THINKING and just enjoy it. Why question what's so good?
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