St. Valentine

Ah, the holiday that I have historically loathed, and secretly longed to enjoy. Worries of lonliness and expectation are long since past. The unbreakable heart is a sad thing. But things can change, and time, time alone, time apart, can cause the heart to soften. And little reminders become all that matter. And by little reminders I mean giant boquets of flowers sent from 3000 miles away. Magic.

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Emily said…
That made me smile! They are beautiful.

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