Went to this romantic holiday, and can not help but have a little lost, a little sentimental. Said before, the husband is a man who does not like to play mood. I routinely do not receive the usual festival in such roses, receive chocolate, fruit of peace received.
One day, chatting with friends, talking to this topic up, Friends of the question: "There really have not been received since the beginning of red roses it?"
Friends mean that in a man other than her husband's, there had never been such a man as my mood manufacture such a romantic moment.
This question is a bit involving personal privacy, but already mentioned, they have been overtaken by events, there is no need for concealment. After thinking it over, I really received a bouquet of red roses of Jesus in this festival. That a red rose at a glance is carefully selected, moist and bright, packaging is also very particular about.
However, the time is wrong, but it is the wrong place, the person who is not Italy. He is at best considered a big boy, small my teens. Although handsome, despite suave, although the knowledge will play romantic mood, despite my great joy, wedge and dismay. But can not produce the kind of heart slam feeling for me.
No matter how good any time I can not fulfill his dream. That rose bouquet hiding dim corner quietly fade.
More than a decade, often husband and I are in this romantic festival live without romantic life. He may be in this day, quietly doing a few dishes I like to eat, or after satiated with my head for the hustle and bustle of the street, young people feel festive atmosphere manufacturing, followed by contaminated some festive atmosphere. And it was the holidays. He would never say some flirting, then it will not engage in some formalism. He would quietly give you concern, to keep you warm and make you feel at ease, peace of mind.
Yes, there is one important thing to announce top look after the Christmas Eve every year after this day, is my wedding anniversary with her husband. Despite three days continuously in a joy which, in any case, but her husband still refused to buy a bouquet of roses to me. If I beg to him, he would look at me, said: "The family has to spend, why buy." I suddenly speechless, the original husband always think of me as his heart never litter roses.