Ever since Mike and I became a couple, I have been pestering him to give me flowers on Valentine's day but he never did. I even offered to order and pay for the flowers but he was really stubborn about it and even now that we are married he never gave me a single rose or even a stem or a leaf. He don't write me love letters or cards or serenade me with love songs. But despite this I don't complain because I know he loves me very much. He shows me he loves me through his own little ways which I think are equally romantic. He would cook my favorite meal or buy me food that I crave. Scratch my back. Give me the larger slice of the pizza. Allows me to eat the leche flan on his halo-halo and the quail egg on his Chopsuey. He would carry my bag. He would wake up (though grudgingly) when Kulay cries in the middle of the night and let me sleep. And countless other stuffs that makes my heart swell. I just hope that he would also see that in my own little ways I love him very much. Happy Valentine's day :)
Note: The Title of this post was the first thing that came to mind while composing this. It is the title of a book that I often see in our High School Library but never got the chance to read.