Fairy Tale Moment

So I'm at work and already having a tiresome, crazy day. My feet hurt and my eyes burn by 6PM. I find out my stinky can't pick me up cuz he's feeling sick (can't blame him, between waking up early to haul my ass to work and back, and then visiting his dad in the hospital in-between, it takes a toll on a man. The weather isn't helping either). Anyway, so I find out I have to haul my own ass to the train in these PAINFUL shoes at the end of my tired day. I'm not too happy about it, but that's life. So I'm getting out on my stop and going up the stairs. By this time, my feet are beyond painful that I have to glance down once in awhile to see if they're there and not bleeding and cut off somewhere else. I'm 20x more hungry too, so I'm basically ready about to kill someone. Oh, and my paranoia for that rapist in the nearby towns was getting to me. By the time I took a few steps, past a few stores, I hear a car horn and notice a car w/ my bf's rims. I'm still stupid at this point, so I'm looking at the rims/car, thinking "Hey, those look like Jordan's rims".. duuuuuuhhhh.. It is Jordan. He pulls up to the curb and tells me to hop in. So that was a surprise already. I'm thinking he wants to go out to eat, but drives less than 100 ft to my building's front door and drops me off there. I'm confused as to why he came out of his house, all sick, to drive me up the block, literally. I mean that was sweet, but I still didn't get it. He tells me to close my eyes cuz he has a surprise for me. A few seconds later I'm smelling something so good and familiar -- LILIES!! He surprised me w/ a bouquet of lilies and said he felt bad he couldn't pick me up, and wanted to make sure I made it home safely. *sigh* I can't lie, I really was NOT in the mood to smile, but even the doorman couldn't deny seeing the corners of my mouth touching my ears. =) I rarely receive flowers, much less my favorite. That is the type of shit that happens in fairy tale movies -- at least that's how I see it when a couple of x amount of time being together become "comfortable". I was smiling in the elevator all the way up to my apt. Stuff like this makes me think -- if I had a man who would buy me flowers everyday, it wouldn't come close to feeling as special as receiving flowers from someone who put that extra effort out there on the days that matter. What got to me the most is that the family is going through tough times, but he still did what he did. Un-freakin-believable.