Today morning started with only one thought in my head.
I want to meet him.
Not because it was Valentine's Day today.
Honestly, I was never someone who believed love should only be shown on special dates.
For me, love was always in ordinary days.
In consistency.
In efforts.
In random moments.
Because what's the point of loving someone only when the calendar reminds you to?
"Real love is not a one-day celebration. It is choosing someone every single day, even in small ordinary moments."
Still…
somewhere in my heart, I wanted to see you that day.
Just once.
Even for five minutes.
And you?
You were acting like the most confusing human being alive
One moment:
"Okay maybe I'll come."
Next moment:
"No, I don't think I can."
Then again:
"Let's see."
SIR???
AM I TALKING TO A BOY OR A INTERNET CONNECTION
But I really wanted to meet you.
Like genuinely badly.
So I spent almost the WHOLE DAY convincing you.
Hours.
Actual hours.
And somehow after all my emotional speeches, dramatic convincing, fake anger, and endless "pleaseeeee"s—
you finally said in the evening:
"Okay. I'm coming."
The happiness I felt at that moment???
UNREAL!
I instantly became energetic like my body suddenly forgot all exhaustion.
"Sometimes happiness arrives through one simple sentence from the person you love."
And then the waiting started.
The dangerous part.
Every five minutes I checked my phone.
Every sound made me think maybe you had arrived.
Meanwhile my heart was behaving like this was the biggest event of my life.
Which honestly…
it kind of was
Then finally after some time you texted:
"I reached the shop near your house. Come fast."
And the funniest thing?
I didn't even think for ONE second before leaving.
No hesitation.
No planning.
Just immediate action
Because when your favorite person says "come"—
logic stops working automatically.
You also added dramatically:
"Come fast. I need to go too."
Which made me even more panicked.
Like okay??? I'm COMING
So I quickly went there trying to act calm while internally feeling like I was running toward the greatest opportunity of my life.
And after reaching there…
I started searching for you everywhere.
Left side.
Right side.
Near the shop.
Nothing.
At first I genuinely thought you were hiding somewhere just to scare me or something.
Because honestly that sounded exactly like something you would do.
So I called you immediately.
"Where are you??? I've been finding you for so long. Stop hiding."
And then—
you laughed.
That one laugh already felt suspicious.
And then you said:
"I was kidding you actually came seriously?"
…
I don't think you understood what happened to my heart in that exact moment.
The excitement disappeared instantly.
And suddenly everything just felt… bad.
Really bad.
Because I genuinely wanted to see you.
So badly.
And for you it had become a joke.
"The heart becomes extremely sensitive when feelings are real."
You started giving explanations immediately.
"It got too late."
"I couldn't come."
"Don't be upset."
And maybe your reasons were valid.
Maybe something genuinely happened.
But at that moment?
My heart only understood disappointment.
Because if I were in your place—
I would've shown up.
Even for five minutes.
Even just to see you once.
Because your happiness mattered to me that much.
And honestly?
That's what hurt.
I quietly went back to my room feeling sad the whole time.
The kind of sadness where you try acting okay but your chest still feels heavy.
And meanwhile you kept apologizing.
Trying to make me normal again.
Which honestly was not working immediately
Then after some time my phone started ringing from an unknown number.
I ignored it.
Again.
Ignored.
Because at that point I genuinely thought someone was pranking me.
Valentine's Day nonsense.
Not interested , I haven't ordered something, wrong number bla bla
but then you were like why you are not picking up the call ignoring someone's call
but as I have cancelled it from my side already
you were like
literally explaining my address to him because apparently THIS MAN was standing outside confused for half an hour while I kept rejecting his calls
Honestly, thinking about it now makes me laugh so much.
Imagine suffering outside someone's house because two emotionally dramatic people are fighting
Then finally the doorbell rang.
And someone called my name.
So I went outside—
and there he was.
The delivery boy.
Holding a parcel.
And suddenly my mood softened immediately because wait—
this idiot actually sent me something.
I took the parcel and quickly opened it after coming inside.
And inside there was:
A red rose.
Some snacks.
And a chocolate where "I Love You" was written.
And I swear…
my sadness melted so quickly
Because for me, small efforts matter the most.
Not expensive gifts.
Not grand gestures.
Just efforts that quietly say:
"I wanted to make you smile."
"Love is not measured by price. Sometimes it's hidden inside small thoughtful efforts."
And honestly?
That tiny surprise healed my heart more than you probably realized.
Then you asked me:
"Are you happy now?"
And I replied:
"No."
…
"But still happy
Because HOW was I supposed to stay angry after that???
After that, I took SO MANY pictures of the rose like it was some celebrity guest appearance.
Different angles.
Mirror pictures.
Close-up shots.
Full emotional photoshoot
And after that—
just like always—
I kept the rose safely.
Because maybe people like me become emotionally attached too easily.
But when something comes from someone we love…
it automatically becomes special.
And honestly?
Even now when I remember that day, I don't remember the disappointment first.
I remember the effort.
The surprise.
The way you still tried to make me smile after making me sad.
Because maybe that's what love actually is.
Not being perfect all the time.
But caring enough to fix the tears you accidentally caused.
And somehow…
that entire day became exactly like us.
Dramatic.
Funny.
Emotional.
Childish.
But filled with love in every little moment.
"Maybe love is not about never hurting each other. Maybe it's about never stopping trying to make each other smile again."
Then after all the emotional drama, heartbreak, surprise, rose, and happiness…
comes the funniest part of the entire day 😭
So after getting the parcel, I became completely busy admiring everything you had sent me.
The rose.The chocolate.The snacks.
Especially the rose
I was taking pictures from every possible angle like a professional photographer hired for a wedding shoot.
Mirror selfies.Close-up pictures.Aesthetic hand pictures.
Full emotional photoshoot session was happening in my room
And meanwhile—
I had completely forgotten one very important thing.
Before all this happened, I had put milk on the stove for boiling.
Now normally, a responsible person would remember that.
But unfortunately for the kitchen…
I was busy being in love
So there I was happily smiling at the rose like the happiest girl alive when suddenly—
a weird smell entered my room.
At first I ignored it because honestly my brain was emotionally unavailable for reality at that moment.
But then the smell became stronger.
And suddenly my soul remembered:
THE MILK
I ran to the kitchen immediately.
And the scene there???
Absolute destruction.
The milk had completely boiled over.
The stove looked traumatized.The vessel looked exhausted.And there was barely anything left inside
I just stood there silently for two seconds staring at the disaster I had personally created.
And honestly?
Any normal person would've been upset.
But weirdly—
I wasn't
Because somehow my happiness was still stronger than the kitchen tragedy.
I cleaned everything while still smiling like an idiot thinking about the rose and your stupid little surprise.
"Maybe love is dangerous because it makes people forget important things… like boiling milk."
And maybe that day perfectly described us.
A little dramatic.A little chaotic.A little emotionally unstable.
But still filled with genuine love.
The day started with disappointment.
Then sadness.
Then surprise.
Then happiness.
And somehow it ended with me smiling while cleaning burnt milk from the stove because my favorite person had sent me a rose.
Honestly?
That sounds exactly like love to me.
"Sometimes happiness arrives so softly that even ruined milk stops feeling important."
And with that—
the day ended.
Me smiling at the flower beside my bed like the most hopeless girl in love.