Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Before you ask...
Before you ask why I don't celebrate Valentine's Day, even though I am well and truly taken and have every reason to celebrate love, I give you this. Almost every day, Martin makes me a coffee (and makes it well, despite not even drinking coffee himself) before we go to work. Most days, he makes us dinner and drives us both to work. He always asks me how my day was, even though we work right next to each other. He always gives me compliments, be it on how I look or a recent photograph I took, without hidden agenda or expectation of anything in return. He is patient, calm and kind even if I am impatient, temperamental and cruel; he tells me the truth when I need it to be told and works hard to calm me down in the midst of a bad day (and on the darkest days, it is incredibly hard). He is good-natured, sweet and genuine, and whilst we do not often go out to dinner, have a 'date night' or buy each other trinkets and extravagant gifts, everything he does for me on a daily basis is more than enough for me.
Most days, I find myself wondering how I came to be with someone like this. To say I am lucky to see him at work and see him again at home and to still have him remotely interested in spending time with me is an absolute understatement. When he goes above and beyond for me every day, why on Earth would I need anything from him on a random day in the middle of February? Appreciating the love and support you receive from everyone around you (whether you are single or taken) on a regular day is totally underrated, and as for the whole present thing? I receive the best gift of all, every day.