It started as a joke. I always pointed out to my boyfriend how nice it is to receive flowers from a loved one each time we passed in front of a shower shop. My boyfriend would than point out that each time I implicitly ask for flowers he'll add a couple of months more before he'll get me some. A year and a half later I had just accepted the fact that I won't be getting any flowers from my boyfriend, but yesterday I was proven wrong. Back from work he had a nice big bunch of flowers for me!
Needless to say I had a smile on my face all evening. This morning while eating breakfast I happened to notice them on the living room table and there again a nice big smile on my face.