Hello! How’s your Valentines day?
I start realizing the true meaning of Valentine’s day just earlier when I got my way home after buying some bread at the Laurie’s bakeshop. The weather was horribly mean so I stayed an hour or two at the waiting shade, trying not to look creepy alone in the shade while others are passing by on vehicles and cars. Ten minutes after the arrival, I saw an old man walking rashly toward me with a flower and cake on both hands, smiling as if there’s a benefit bathing on the rain, rather appreciative knowing the waiting place was empty. Upon arriving, he was startled to see my silhouette in the corner of the place, meanwhile find it amusing when he off his hat and smile at me cordially, whilst I put a grinning face back to him. For the past thirty minutes, we became friends and talk to each other casually as if talking to an older man was just a usual thing.
I asked him about the flowers and cake, of where did he bought it, and why did he effort to go outdoors to buy such an angelic rosses. “I have a farm and small garden in it, five minutes away from this place, everyday, after my work, I pick 3 flowers and gave it to my wife.” replied of my friend. I was amaze by his devotion and loyalty to his significant partner, though partially guilty because I know I’m not as good as he is when it comes to relationships, so I asked again why would he do that every daily, is saying something nice like “I love you” isn’t enough? “love isn’t just saying I love you, it’s about showing intimate love physically and spiritually. I think that’s the reason why numerous partners nowadays aren’t capable of long term relationships. they just settle for what is less and think it’s enough as long as you feed them.” I was speechless for a minute after he said those words of wisdom and began to think of the past relationships that I had, regretfully reflecting how did it breakdown all of a sudden, without me figuring out what’s the cause. But now the answer was given, not by others, rather me.
The rain stopped and we both parted as we ought to, saying kind words to each other as if we’ll never see each other again. I was so proud of our momentary conversation that I didn’t even realize to ask for his name, so I named him as “old friend” my own instead. And that’s how the rain taught me a lesson about maturity in all sort of relationship.