I know I am not as regular as I want to be here. (..hope you are not disappointed by me..) I also know probably the greatest number of posts overall have been on flowers I received from my boyfriend! But, hey, this is the first so romantic boyfriend I have ever had, and hey, a blog post I think is a nice way to tribute him.

So, that said, yes, another bunch of flowers surprised me at the door threshold this Sunday evening! YEP! I was very excited to see the same girl who brought me flowers for St Valentine early this year! Probably you wonder why he wasn’t there instead?! And the explanation is coming and is as simple as the first thing that comes to your mind: I was very very busy to see him. :-(

I know, I know how could I not afford several hours rest and spend them with him?! You are right! But I did not see that on Sunday. I was so overwhelmed by all the tons of assignments I still have to prepare and at the same time with time I am always lacking, that just the thought of these was enough for me to burst into tears and be mad, mad, bad girl that day. Not only was I tearing myself up, but also I was snapping others for everything they said too.
Now looking back I see how awful and unjustifiably rude I was. I have no excuses for this behavior. I even tend to categorize it as a behavior of a spoiled girl. You are right, I was unbearable!!

And then I heard the doorbell!! Hmm, neither was I waiting for anyone, nor my roommate. We opened the door gingerly to see a girl I recognized immediately. She was there with a bunch of lovely well-trimmed flowers all in the white and rose pink hue. She asked for my name and handled the flowers to me. No matter it is not my first time receiving flowers from A., I can’t help loosing my vocabulary staying numb! And this is right what almost anyone would do too, let me presume!! Please try to be in my shoes for a second and you will figure it out how somehow awkward and full of excitement such a situation is!
What was funny in the whole situation was that I could not decode A’s handwriting. Even my roommate tried to read it stating he is good at deciphering strange scribbling. He did not succeed either!!

Well, later on A. read it for me, but all in all the gesture and attention were important - acts speak louder than words!!