The month of love is upon us...



My favourite colour not so much my favourite flower.



V-day or D-day

I have never really been a fan, no I correct that, as a little girl at school, I used to die and live foe valintine's day. It was the one day in the year you could secretly send your crush as many letters as you want without them ever knowing it was you. That part i loved. I had sent myself flowers, little fury toys, chocolates, the single rose.

If it could be sent then trust me I would send it. Thinking back to that memory it puts a smile on my face, because it was so much fun taking my classmates for a ride, I think they only realised after the 3rd year that I was actually sending this gifts and cards to myself.

Well as i grew older, and never had a partner to share the day with, the significance of the day got lost on me and I started just despising the day, simply because going into town and seeing all the red and white was so nauseating that i concluded i hate the day.

I am smiling now because its not one day anymore, its every day that I spend with my valintine. Whether or not we celebrate it on the 14th Feb or not, it wouldn't bother me, simply because i know he loves me unconditionally, and that love makes me not care about all the commercial pressures all the people that are merely dating have to be circummed to.

He makes me smile all the time, it is effortless to be with him, I do not have to pretend to be someone i am not. And that makes our friendship/relationship the easiest thing. Do not get me wrong yes we have our misunderstandings, it is normal, all couples go through the tough times, but we talk a lot and make it a point to communicate all the time.

The best gift he could ever have given me was his heart, it is so full of love and joy and he shades nothing, just smiles that infectuious smile and makes me know that together we can weather any storm. Simply put through God all thing are possible.

This was our first photo that we took together, and if you ahd told me back then that I would not only make it to the next year, but also enter it as a maaried women I would have laughed in your face. But dreams indeed do come true. if you just believe that you are destined for better things, they will come your way.

My first bouquet, and trust me it was such a shocker, because all he had asked was, what are your favourite flowers, never in a million years did I imagine he would make it a point to send me flowers every month there after.

Moral of my story is to never give up on yourself. If you want something bad enough, fight for it. But fight with all your might not just so people can see that you are fighting for it, make the person you want to be with see, make them believe that you are worth the fight. In the end it all pays off.

and you get to have as huge a smile on your face as I do.

Till later dolls...