Cute love story

How My First Boyfriend Proved His Love For Me

I have always been a bit of a difficult-to-please kind of girl. Some would call me high maintenance, but I just think it’s important to set personal standards and expect guys to respect you enough to work harder at making you happy.

Perhaps the first time I realized that I was a bit more of a challenge than I thought though, was when I had my first proper boyfriend. We spent a long time in the cute flirting stage, where neither one of us was sure of how the other felt. To be honest it was mostly my fault because I was a bit shy, and I think I made it as difficult as possible for the guy to know whether or not I really liked him. I felt safer keeping him at a distance.

Then Valentines Day was approaching, and I knew that he was going to make a fuss out of getting me flowers and a card and all of that, because by this point he was getting quite desperate to express how he felt. I don’t really like the whole Valentines Day thing though; I find it too cheesy. So to avoid the embarrassment of receiving roses and being teased by my mother and sister, I made it very clear that I hated all flowers, especially roses. But then I decided to be a bit cheeky and state that I did really like purple daisies, and that no boy had ever bought me any before. I knew full well that there is no such thing as purple daisies though!

When Valentines Days came, I was beginning to wish I hadn’t been so mean, and I started to fear that I wouldn’t get anything at all, and that maybe he had given up on me altogether. There was nothing that morning for me in the post and there were no messages on my phone. My mother and sister had started to make comments, and I started to feel very silly indeed. The afternoon came, and still there was nothing. I resolved that Valentines Day had come and gone, and that nobody loved me.

Then in the early evening the front door bell rang and my heart leapt into my stomach. I ran down the stairs, and then slowed down when I saw my mum hovering in the hall grinning. I casually sauntered over to the door and opened it – but there was nobody there! How odd.

Then something caught my eye, and I looked down. On the doorstep there was an enormous bunch of flowers, and although they were all different, every single one of them resembled a purple daisy! And tied to them and the base and staring up at me was the cutest little purple teddy bear that said “I Love You” on it’s chest.

There was no note, and no sign of him anywhere, but I knew exactly whom it was from. To this day it has been my best Valentines Day memory. And yes he ended up asking me out, and we were boyfriend and girlfriend for two happy years.