After they all gave me hugs and dispersed, my mind spun the unhappy picture of my 24th birthday... I was holed up in a cube at horrible EI, out in the middle of nowhere, where everyone was over 45 and barely knew my name. I sat at my desk, choking back tears of loneliness, when I received a page that said I had a delivery.
I went to the front and there stood a florist delivery man with a little basket that contained an assortment of flowers. I opened the card that came attached and discovered that it was from Mike. Totally brightened everything. We'd been dating exactly a month and a day at that point. And I knew that I loved him... what I didn't expect was for 5, 7, 8 months to go by and my not falling in love with him.
Then again, I hadn't expected ANYTHING that I got out of my 24th year... I learned and experienced a LOT. Sometimes I suspect that all that I went through was more fit for a 42 year old...