My boyfriend Aaron is the world’s worst gift giver. He either forgets or goes out at the last minute, buys wilted flowers, or the worst chocolate ever. He doesn’t mean to; he just can’t seem to get good gifts. Finally, last Valentine’s Day, I decided that I was going to force him to get me a quality gift. We made a pact to actually make each other’s gifts. I spent two whole days on his gift and card. I was getting kind of nervous when the day before Valentine’s Day I saw him cutting out little red and pink hearts from construction paper when I wasn’t looking.
Once Valentine’s Day rolled around, since my guy had to work, I spent most of the day home alone. I was kind of depressed all day long as I thought of the gift he was going to give me. I know it’s the thought that counts, and he always meant well, but around noon a delivery guy stopped by with a wilted rose for me. I was so upset.
Aaron called me later from work and asked if I wanted to go out to dinner. I said sure and went to take a shower. After I got out, I found a card under the edge of the bathroom door. When I opened the door there was no one there. I opened the envelope and inside was a hand-made card with the red and pink heart glued to it. The card read, “Love is big, love is tall, look for me in the hall.” So I went to the hallway and there taped to the wall was a second envelope and a rose. This time I was led to the kitchen. There in the refrigerator was a third letter and a box of my favorite chocolates.
I was then led to the bedroom and a bed covered with petals. Fresh ones, might I add. I was getting so excited. In the center of the bed I found one final letter. This letter led me out to my balcony, where my boyfriend sat with the dinner he had made at his sister’s house earlier that day (he had taken the day off) lit by candlelight. He even had my favorite song playing in the background. It was the most romantic night of my life, and it totally made up for all the bad gifts I had ever received.