I give amazing presents. Like a new guitar, a month in Paris (her dream trip), a 66 Mustang Convertible (her dream car), shit even THAT big. But I’m even good at small stuff. A gold locket hidden inside a Joni Mitchell CD (reference from her favorite Christmas movie). The tiny Irish dish that an Irish grandmother had in her bathroom when my partner was a child. Shit like that.
I give fucking amazing gifts. And I’ve always wished someone would love me enough to give me gifts. But I have never in my life had a romantic partner who made me excited about presents.