I love different things that are made with patchwork, like quilts and hand-made toys. Recently, I noticed that my boyfriend’s fingers were covered with small cuts. When I asked him what caused them, he avoided answering me and said it was nothing. When I came home yesterday, I saw a huge heart, made of hundreds of pieces of different colored cloth. It wasn’t perfect but when I imagined how he spent hours making this thing for me, hand sewing (which he doesn’t even know how to do), I realized that this was the best present I’ve ever gotten in my life.
I live in a dorm. A while ago in the middle of winter, a heater in my room broke and it was freezing. I called my boyfriend and told him what happened. After talking to him, I wrapped myself in the warmest blanket I had and started studying. An hour later, he called me: “Come outside. I bought you a heater. Your place must be freezing right now.” This was when I realized that love was not about calling eachother “baby,” “honey,” or other stuff like that. True love is buying a heater for the person you love and not letting them freeze.
A few years ago, my husband and I went through a really rough time. We both lost our jobs and we only had enough money for the simplest and cheapest food. And, of course, the only pair of shoes I had were damaged. I cried and was ready to spend the entire winter in broken shoes. The next day, my husband came home with a pair of brand new leather shoes for me. A few weeks later, I realized that he had to sell the only thing he had left from his father — his watch. Now we are doing fine financially, and a short while ago, I managed to find his watch through a special website. Now I have it hidden in a drawer and plan to give it to him for his birthday.

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