I remember buying her a dress.

And? Did she like it?

No. No, it was strange, she envied it

Why so?

Because envy is a kind of jealousy that no one can understand, and having a dress bought by the guy who loves her, probably caused her to question her own moral self. In terms of understanding, maybe the dress made her realize that, while I wasn't what she had in mind as a perfect being, perhaps I made her realize that those who love her can still pleasure her with gifts.

So, what are you saying? That because you got her a dress, she was jealous that it was you who got her this dress and not someone who was perfect?

Exactly. It was disappointment. It was disappointment that I wasn't what she had in mind. The dress, if bought by a man she was mildly attracted to, would have seen a different side of her. But she loves me. And that terrifies her that a simple gift will result in commitment, even commitment to saying a simple thank you.

And were you hurt or upset when you figured this out?

No. I was relieved. Because apart of me had none-to-little courage to give her it, out of affection. I'm a stranger to affection. Yet I was affectionate enough to give her a simple gift.

And does she wear the dress?

No.

No?

No, she still has it kept somewhere safe.

Like she's willing to save it for a day that matters most to her?

Exactly. I inadvertently taught her how to love.