Be my Valentine

My ‘Prince Charming” has never been one of the most romantic guy I remember once long long time ago when it was Valentine’s Day….

Characters involved

Rita (My childhood friend)
Charles (Her going to be boyfriend)
Prince Charming (You know who he is)
Me! (the heroine for once!)

Rita: Wow! Today is Valentine’s Day! I am so excited! I wonder what he is going to get me.
(now these were the initial years when love was in the air but nobody had confessed to each other about their feeling …it was sorta implied that each of us were ‘going around’ with the other)

Me: Ya I know! It feels wonderful dosent it? Being in love…going out on dates…
(I was swinging around the room with joy)

Rita: Hmm the guys better confess today that they are madly in love with us…separately of course so that we officially become boyfriend, girlfriend…I have had enough beating around the bush..

Me: Nah! That would spoil all the fun..Just imagine you already know that the guy is in love with you…. I don’t know, I just feel it spoils everything.

Rita : Maybe your right…it takes the magic out of it..

(We got ready looking like princesses ourselves and went to meet our heroes, I was tingling with joy inside…itz weird when you are in love those initial days…your filled with so much of anticipation, childish fantasies..)

We meet at a restaurant, we chose a small one so that we won’t get noticed much. I sat with Prince Charming and Rita sat with Charles , at separate tables.

“What is he going to give me?” I wondered silently. I was hoping it would be romantic and wonderful. He looked handsome in his tee and pants he had also had on him an amazingly romantic perfume…everything was just so…perfect..

“This is what I bought for you” and he removed a half-crushed red rose and placed it on the table…I was quite taken aback this was not what I expected..atleast a few romantic words…or how beautiful I am looking …or how romantic the day is. In the movies it all sounds so easy so what was happening to me right now.

“I cant take the weight of this anymore…” Prince Charming mumbled looked slightly irritated. “What is it” I asked.

“This” he removed a box of chocolates and he kept it on the table and gave a look of gratification as if he had dumped the burden off his shoulders. Being the naïve and the sensitive person that I was, I was deeply hurt. “This is not how it should be” I kept telling myself as I walked out of the restaurant, “Is this how it should be?” I found myself asking Rita..she smiled , that dreaded smile which said “Oh! My friend don’t fret, not all guys are romantic”.

“hmmph” . so this is the guy I have been waiting all my life? Whose face I see in the moon, and whose dreams keep haunting me?

To hell with all the romantic flicks. Who the hell believes in them? Well I used too…long long time ago

To expect….is to destruct

We are going to celebrate our 6th anniversary 'together'. Never realized how time passed by so eventfully. My boyfriend has always been very different, I am still puzzled if I actually love him for that or hate him. Where I am the mushy mushy kind he hates public or private display of emotions (the romantic kind I mean). So getting back to one of our previous anniversaries I was all hyped about it and I meticulously planned the whole day from the time I got up to the time I went back to sleep and it was going to perfect…just perfect.

On that auspicious day I woke up early because I could not sleep the previous night , I wanted to be at my best. I styled my hair a thousand times and I keep gazing at myself till I felt the mirror might crack. I also had the perfect gift flowers and chocolates (I know its weird but who says only guys can gift em?) and I was on my way.

I wanted to surprise him but not actually surprise him if u know what I mean, I mean surprise him because he might not be expecting me so early but I did not want him to be completely surprised because I expected him to remember our anniversary … I mean who would forget such an important date, right?

I pressed the door bell expecting a surprise myself but my curiosity kept feeding when even after two three rings he didn’t open the door. I was just about to leave when the most horrific sight met my eyes.

I stared at him open mouthed as he stood in front of me all sleepy eyed and messy hair..he had not even woken up!. Tears stung my eyes as I stood there staring at his face, the flowers and chocolates felt so heavy that I just wanted to fling them at him.

“Hi” he mumbled wondering why I am staring down his throat in the wee hours of morning. I didn’t say anything I was still reeling under the shock.

“Do you remember what today is?” I enquired my voice quivering.

“ Aaaaaa” he said scratching his head and looking at me quizzically.

Ok, I thought that’s it! I had been humiliated enough. “Happy anniversary” I barked and thrust the flowers angrily to him and walked off. I did walk off in a huff but as I walked down the lane tears of absolute anguish wet my cheeks. “How could he do this to me?” I wondered. How could he forget that it was our anniversary? Is it not a time to celebrate? It was just beyond me as to why he would not make an effort to at least remember!

I cried the whole day and never attended any of his calls. All my plans went down the drain. I forgave him later but the same saga followed year after year including my yearly outburst. But not this year I did not plan anything for our anniversary in fact I have deliberately tried to forget when the date falls (if that is possible) ..no its not revenge its just that I feel I have pushed him enough to be what he is not, if he is not the romantic type then I should accept him that way.

That’s what love is all about isn’t it? To give with no expectations right?(Ya sure!)