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She came clean and finally told him how hard some days were for her and how grand gestures made her feel less than. She explained how time with someone with no pressure brought her so much pleasure and she said it didn't seem like he was listening at all. She kept going anyway.
She told him how Mondays were the hardest days of the week for her because it was turning off the freedom and relaxation of the weekend and jumping right into a long list of "To-Do's" and other people's expectations on how to do it. She purged all of her thoughts of how she not only felt the imposter syndrome but she battled with it in real-time. While she was not short on confidence, she was at war with never feeling good enough to be who she knew she could be or do the things that she felt destined to do.
She told him everything. She revealed vulnerabilities that she had never told another soul in hopes that he could get a better understanding of her. In hopes that he would feel her and see past the flesh and bone, she hoped he would see her soul. When she was done, he didn't say much. She didn't know how to feel about it so she didn't say much either.
They continued getting to know one another and as time went on he never brought up what she had shared but one day she arrived at work on Monday and there were flowers and a note that read, "I hope your day is as beautiful as you make my life."
She said that was the best week she had in a long time and to her surprise, he scheduled a Monday flower delivery every week because he wanted her to look forward to going in and not dread the days ahead.
When she introduced me to him, I asked what inspired him to send her flowers every Monday. And with no hesitation, he said, "If I can make her life half as easy and peaceful as she makes mine then I feel compelled to do so."
I smiled and told them both, THIS is what love is made of.
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