For Once In My Life

Everybody reading my blog could probably have figured out that my relationship with KB has finally taken standstill and has been on an unexpected demise. Maybe some have expected that I will be in a state of depression again or maybe some have expected that I will write angry words to curse him for everything that he has done, for his weakness, for his lies. But I chose to deal with the situation in a much more rational way. I have never confronted him, never questioned him. The picture in his new girl's Myspace profile would be enough to silence me. It is just about what I need to ignore his messages and the promises that he will all make it up to me when his dad recovers from a life threatening ailment. It has been more than a month. I have never cried over him, I cried over the relationship however. Yes, admittedly I was hurt. I felt all there is to it to being cheated on. The pain was immense knowing that he would always tell me that he would never hesitate to leave me if I cheated, and there goes Mr. Too Good To Be True. Now, I wish I could have just let go the first time I caught him redhanded (I will not go into details anymore).

Fast forward to today, I could tell I am once again the happiest. I have met someone all too wonderful and thoughtful and caring and loving and who means what he says (no more lip service, no more empty promises). For once in my life, I have someone who makes my day from sun up to sun down from good mornings to good nights. I have someone who makes endless surprises that involves plurks online, SMS, endless conversations, royal terms of endearment and flowers delivered to my office (and I mean flowes every other day). I am glad March 1 existed, I am glad I wasn't shy enough,I am glad for the adjective assertive just as I am glad I am still alive, living my life. As he is fondly called at work, "Mr. Flowers", thank you for coming to my life on time. You made the transition unbelievably easier.

To celebrate our first month of knowing each other, I got Hera and the orchids.

When a woman gets an orchid...well, she feels like... she's floating on a cloud of infinite possibility.

Well, they're not flowers,they're orchids. They're from her perfect man.

A few flowers never hurt anyone. And yes I got more flowers a few days after he sent the orchids. Mr. Flowers is living his name...

Or where I live? Duh? Google.

Exactly what he did. He Googled my office address because I haven't given him my address and he wants to surprise me. The first time he did send, flowers were sent to both addresses to make sure I get one. Sweet!

Note: Blocked quotes taken from the movie
The Perfect Man

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