I did not understand why he insisted so much on going out to dinner Saturday. 'I don't feel very good, the fridge is full, let's dine in tonight and you'll take me out during the week' I kept replying. As I came back from the kitchen with our plates, I was puzzled to find a little black ribonned box awaiting for me.
Not at all how I expected to be asked, nor what I expected to be asked. Which led me to misunderstand him and feel completely disoriented. Definitely a cultural difference. And a very special manifestion of love. I now have no idea what to expect next. Expectations suck.
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