"How you treat a woman would be to give her flowers just because, kissing her morning, afternoon, evening and night. Tell her you love her when she tells you she hates you, hug her when she punches you, you have to watch The Notebook and Titanic with her and let her cry because the old woman doesn't remember or because Jack died.
You have too put off guy's night to listen to her ranting about the bitch at work and her boss and how the office was boring because the whole day it was just Bill talking about the savings of the company.
You have to cook her dinner after those kinds of days too. Snuggle with her when you watch those stupid shows that she loves to watch even though they make her cry every other week like "Glee" and "Grey's Anatomy". Cheer with her when some talentless loser wins "The X factor" or "American Idol".
Buy her the biggest box of chocolates you can for under three ninety-nine. Don't complain when she asks you to go out and buy the Blue box of tampons when it's "that time of the month".
That, my dear friend, is how to treat a woman," Mathias finished and took a long sip from his mug of beer. "Ah, but what do I know? I'm the biggest jerk-off of the century for never doing any of that with (Name). I lost her because I didn't do any of that. Because if she asked me to go out and buy some tampons I'd complain and say no..." Mathias chugged down the rest of his beer and turned to Emil, the man whom he was telling this love advice to.
Emil blinked. Mathias said, "I was, and still am a stupid drink that can't hold on to the love of my life.."
"Why, I mean, don't you still love her?" Emil asked. Mathhias nodded.
"Ja, I do...A lot. I never once stopped."
"Then get her back," Emil said, keeping a serious face. Mathias got up and put on his jacket.
"I'll be back later."
Mathias walked down cold and dark streets hastily to get to (Name)'s apartment.
He stood, his breath turning to vapor as it left his mouth, hands in his pockets. He took one hand out, rapping at your door at an erotic pace.
When you opened the door you had your eyes closed and you said out, without looking at Mathias, "What? It's nine O'clock in the damned evening-" you opened her eyes, meeting beautiful blue ones. "Mathias..."
MAthias opened his mouth several times before he said. "I..(NAme), I know I was a dick, and that you probably hate me for hurting you and not caring for you like I should have."
"Mathias, stop. I don't want to hea-"
"No. I want to hold you and kiss you and love you. I want to watch The Notebook with you. I want to listen to you rant about Bill form work. I want to snuggle and watch "Glee" with you even if Rachel Barry is the most prissy stuck up annoying snob that ever walked the planet. I want to buy you a box of chocolates for three ninety-nine at Walgreens and I want to love you. And I want you to love me back..."
You were crying tears of joy by now. "Mathias..I never stopped loving you," you pulled him down by the neck and kissed him passionately.
"You sure know how to treat a woman, Mathias."