Company Is the Best Love Confession

I still remember my childish teenage dream when I was among those young girls who dreamt about the handsome faces and lovely but fictional romantic scenes that appeared on TV screens. The hero and heroine dancing to some slow and light melody with both of their hands placed on each others waist during a peaceful night - having somebody put on the same show for me in the future, treating me as the heroine of my very own soap opera (a childdhood addiction that I would steadfastly deny today).

Though it would not be shameful to admit my unexplainable mania for those cheesy plots designed so obviously to fool little girls, since I’m not the only one was fond of daydreaming, I found it so inconsistent with my mindset as I grew older. It is rarely as pleasant as those TV shows depict, or sometimes not romantic at all when someone elaborately arranges those elaborate love confessions for you and attracts unwanted attention. For example, I wouldn’t forget how awkward I felt when a boy from my class wrote a poem and passed it to me through the hands of almost every member of my class back in senior high. I not only found it embarrassing, but also quite agitating, as I felt that I had become some kind of a joke in others’ eyes. Even after I drifted into college and bumped into guys who were quite good at displaying the same glamorous drama plots into real life, none of them really impressed me in the right way.

People used to say that roses symbolize love. The more flowers you receive, the more love and importance you have (although nowadays flowers are replaced by money, cars and other more expensive gifts). This is a theory I find hard to accept. I do agree that roses are unbelievably beautiful and settings made of great numbers of roses are indeed breath-taking, however I would not hesitate to give a good kick on my boyfriend’s butt if he spent a majority of his wages on something like that. A single red rose is sufficient enough to symbolize all love and caring. As to those who accustomed to displaying their affections for one another through different luxurious gifts, well, I can't say I have any comment.

I'm sure that I’m not the first person to hold this viewpoint. Actually I have read a lot relevant articles in this category but I never really understood it through my own experience. I’m not the type of person who does well in expressing my emotions whereas my boyfriend is quite good at conveying his own feelings out loud. Moreover, and the most important part, in my opinion, he doesn't require my love back in copy speech, but shows me his enthusiasm without reservation. When I tell him that I don't feel like going out today, he will sacrifice his precious outdoor activities to stay home watching movies with me, or just sit indoor killing time by doing nothing, by which I was quite moved and sometimes even feel sorry about my selfish method of keeping him with me.

And today, on the most special day of the year, Jan 1st, 2016, or to be exact, as the clock was striking midnight of December 31st, 2015, I heard the most romantic words ever. Actually I wasn’t feeling anything special about the incoming New Year and was planning to spend the evening as ordinarily as any other evening-by watching a movie before going to bed. And I was quite sleepy after my movie was finished but he kept telling to stay awake for the new year count down. Though not understanding why he asked me so, I tried hard not to fall asleep. Finally, as the clock was striking midnight, he summoned me on to our little balcony. “Happy New Year, baby!” I went there and saw his big smiling face radiating with those shiny tiny multicolored string lights we put up together on Christmas several days ago. It was beautiful, and something warm began to rise from the bottom of my heart.

I had never expected that the beginning of my new year not only witnessed the sleepiness and fatigue due to long time of eye overuse, but also tears when he told me that this was “our first full year together and the start of many more years to come”. It is that moment that I understood the over-quoted sentence “Company is the best and most sustainable love confession.” He pulled me into his arms and I wiped all my tears onto his shirt.

"Truly. Happy New Year."