I was supposed to go out for dinner tonight, to celebrate Valentine's Day, but when I got up to take a shower and noted what was sitting by my desk, I instantly cancelled my dinner plans.
I don't do grand gestures well, especially when it's from Skittles because I know how hard he works and how hard he's working to push forward his new business. I know for a fact that for the first several months of his company being opened, he didn't take a paycheck. He paid his staff and put his money back into running his company instead of taking a paycheck so that it would stay afloat. Now it's swimming just fine but it doesn't mean I want him to so easily spend his money though, especially not on something like flowers that are going to die within a few days.
Skittle bought me a card, chocolates and a massive bouquet of flowers.
We had only decided upon cards.
I only got him a card.
The sight of those flowers sitting beside me desk, a bouquet of flowers that stands at the height of my desk, made me cry. I got so upset actually, as funny as it sounds, but I felt so bad that he had bought them because I know I had commented the other day about all the girls on Valentine's Day carrying flowers. I felt so bad and I didn't know how to make it better, so I got upset and I told him I didn't want to go to dinner. I didn't want him to spend more money on me. It's his money, it's his effort, and it should go to him, not to silly flowers that this time next week will probably be dead.
It wasn't until later on, after he explained himself, that I then realized that I was just being silly about the whole situation. I should have just gracefully accepted the flowers and gifts, noted that he shouldn't have bought them for me but accepted them because what's done was done. My mistake.
This year, yup, I totally killed Valentine's Day.
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