An open letter to Daren
We had an agreement, Daren. A few weeks ago, I asked that you need not send me any bouquet of flowers (like you usually do) for Valentines. Why? Because I requested that the money intended for its purchase be given to a worthwhile project instead (which you have already done).
So I was pleasantly surprised to still receive a colorful bouquet this afternoon with a card that says, “One day early so as not to get in trouble this year!” (Last year’s flowers arrived a day late; the flower shop’s fault. I cried because I thought you forgot!) Even Rey, the guy who cleans our office, thought you are sweet when he saw me opening the box the flowers came in.
It’s not everyday that I can publicly thank you, Daren, for being such an awesome guy. But today is one of those days.
You never make me feel foolish, dumb or unreasonable even when I think I am being this way. You’ve never raised your voice, never dismissed my opinions as insignificant, nor have you regarded any of my feelings as irrational. When I am reduced to a blabbering mess—when my thoughts overtake my words—you simply nod and refuse to tell me to use better English. When I go 100 words per minute telling you something funny, you laugh. When I confirm if you understood what I just said, you reply with, “No, but I’m laughing because I see you laughing.”
The thought, energy and resources you invest in this relationship never fail to make me feel like I’m the luckiest woman in the world. Your heart is a safe home. Thank you for welcoming me into your life.
Sunny with a chance of rain 