My boyfriend and I have been dating for nearly two years, but we have yet to say those three little words to each other…at least out loud. So, when an “I love you” balloon showed up for my birthday at my door, I was at once giddy—he loves me!—and upset—a balloon?
Growing up, I was taught that the first “I love you” should be A. said by the guy and B. a little messy but ultimately romantic. In Something Borrowed, Dex tells Rachel he loves her after spending the night together, and they begin their very messy yet very romantic love story. In Gossip Girl, Dan tells Serena he loves her because he thinks she’s pregnant—he even reads her a list of reasons, and in the end, they end up together. Catch my drift? I know real life isn’t exactly like the movies (or hell, even TV), and you can call me old-school, outdated—whatever you want—but yeah, I’d like my man to profess his love first, and, more importantly, face to face.
So, when I walked up the stairs to my apartment and saw the “I Love You” balloon outside my door, I felt a mix of emotions. I thought, “Am I being punked?” I needed clarity. So I sent him a photo of the balloon and asked if he meant it. His response? “Yeah lol.”
“Yeah lol” for a proclamation of love. I texted my mom about the situation, and she responded, “That’s his love language. You have to accept him for him.” Yeah, maybe, but do I really? I felt like I had an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other—although I’m not sure which one is really “good” or “bad.” Instead, I’ll name them like so…