She says, “Can you just try being romantic… just once?”
He nods. Very seriously.
“Noted,” he says.
“In fact, thanks for bringing this up. I’ve actually been meaning to discuss this with you.”
Twenty-five years of marriage…
and this is where they are.
“I have identified key areas of emotional growth,” he continues.
“We can start with Phase 1: increased verbal appreciation.”
She walks away mid-presentation.
And then comes the worst part…
“Just look at your friends… see how romantic they are!”
He freezes.
After 25 years, suddenly there are benchmarks?
Comparisons? External audits??
He nods slowly, slightly shaken,
mentally adding:
“Urgent: Benchmark against peers.”
But honestly… he is trying.
She makes something new in the kitchen.
He takes a bite, thinks deeply, and says,
“Nice… this is very good,” he says, like he’s giving performance feedback.
She just stares at him.
He meant: I could eat this every day of my life.
He watches her manage the house, the timing, everything so effortlessly—
all the endless little things.
In his head, it’s a full standing ovation.
Out loud, it comes out as,
“You manage well.”
(25-year performance review.)
He tells her, “You should take a break. Go to the salon.”
She comes back, looking beautiful.
He looks up, smiles and says,
“Nice… very nice. This suits you. Good decision.”
She waits.
That’s it.
After 25 years… still waiting.
But in his mind, that sentence carried
compliment + admiration + love + pride + everything.
And she knows…
Her writings are like a flowing river of romance, full of warmth, stories, and feelings.
His “romance” is more like a corporate memo—short, awkward, and punctuated with bullet points.
She writes chapters, he writes slides.
She decorates, he optimizes.
She dreams in color, he schedules in Excel.
And yet… somehow, for 25 years,
her poetry in words and his presentations of love
have built a life that is perfectly, hilariously, beautifully theirs ❤️
Blessmesai 