I’d rather have him buy me a Burger…

“You want a flower?” He asked her politely.
She smiled and nodded in yes!
He bought her a red rose wrapped in a clear plastic from a street vendor who was standing in the restaurant we were having dinner at in New York City.

I observed both of them. The $3 flower made her smile wider & eyes sparkle. He looked at her with love. ‘They are so cute.’ I thought to myself.  She held onto the rose that entire night. The next time I saw that flower was after 2 weeks when I sat in her car. It was sitting on her dashboard. Gray & Wilted.

People have such different forms of expressing their affection, friendship, romance, and unconditional love.  Although I believe in loud & proud, expressive, big grand love, flowers were never my thing. I mean they are pretty, colorful, and I do like to look at them but you can’t really do anything with them and they wilt after a few days.


With Valentines Day right around the corner, the television and radio have been airing their advertisements and talk-shows all about it. Stores are overflowing with red decorations, heart-shaped chocolates, red roses, and gifts. As far as I’m concerned, food definitely makes me happier. I’m Food-o-Holic, addicted to & in love with food. OMG, does this make me a hopeless romantic?  Even if it does, I’d rather have my hubby buy me a mouth-watering-delicious-halal-chicken-burger on Valentines day. Heart Shaped ones are preferred 😉

Happy Monday with a beautiful 70° F weather!

Author: Rima Hassan

Welcome to My blog and Thanks for stopping by. I hope your stay at my blog is fun, educational in some way, and hopefully relative to your own experiences and life. I hope to see you again! :) Love, ~ Rima

4 thoughts

  1. بے شک برگر کا تو اپنا مزہ پر کبھی کبھی۔۔۔ خیر میرے بلاگ پر تشریف لانے اور پوسٹس لائک کرنے کا بہت شکریہ، امید ہے آپ کو پڑھ کر اچھا لگا ہو گا 🙂
    لمبی لمبی ہانکنے والا!

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