It's not for me

The first time I can really remember it was December 2003, with the exception of elementary school birthday parties. I was completely shocked when he came up to me holding it. I refused to take it at first, not understanding why someone would go out of their way for me (I am not fishing for compliments or mercy so shut up). I grabbed the long cylindrical object heavily wrapped in Christmas paper. "Should I open it now, or later?" I asked and he replied, "Now." It was a poster with the title "What is Life." The poster is covered in quotes from Einstein to Calvin and Hobbes and hangs on my bedroom wall.
The second time it happened was shortly before Christmas 2004, she knocked on my door. I was still half asleep and in my underwear, I pushed the curtain of my front door away to see who would be knocking at my door at 11 in the morning. She was holding a little rectangular box, again, smothered in Christmas decor. I shook my head when I saw it and didn't open the door. I moved the curtain back to a hanging position over the window. I stood there for probably 10 more seconds, the door knocked again. There was no way out of it. I opened the door. It was a movie, "Ghost World," and when I opened it I almost fell over.
The third time as just two days ago. I forced myself to not make such a big deal about it. It was a mix CD done completely on her own free will. (I have received mix tapes and CD's before, but I asked for them, so it's not the same, although still muchly appreciated.) It completely caught me off guard, I didn't know how to respond, although I felt blessed and ecstatic.
If I don't say it often, then I apologize. But thank you all, Andrew, Kallie, Arwen, and the rest of you... You're all too good to me.