I don't think that Satu knows what a girl I am about flowers. Of all of the romantic cliche's, giving flowers to your love is the only one that I think I ever cared about. I have always known that if you get someone a bouquet and have it delivered, it means that you really, really love someone. You are into them and you want them to know that they are special. Of all of the wonderful things that Satu has done for me, getting me flowers means something big. It means that she's not bored and that she wants me to feel special.
Satu sent me home to see my granny on her 90th birthday. She got me a plane ticket and let me go because she knows that it would matter to granny. It really did. She was so surprised to see me and happy that I came.
I am really glad to be with someone who understands how important family is. They didn't just make you who you are, they stay connected in some way all of your life. I know that her family isn't that easy for her, but she really understands the connection that people feel for their blood. Those stories belong to you in a way that the stories of strangers can't.
I think Satu worries that I want things for my birthday and that I analyze the gifts for signs that she is willing to sacrifice for me. That couldn't be further for the truth. What I really want to know in my heart is that Satu loves me, accepts me and understands me. Yesterday was a great birthday for me. Satu showed me that she really gets me more than anyone else in the world.
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