I never really cared about Valentines day too much. I try not to allow myself to be swept up in by all the cheesy gifts and sentiments. People always go on and on about how it is a holiday manufactured for the sole purpose of selling more candy and cards. May be true, but there is always a small part of me thats wonders if I'll have flowers delivered to work or a heart-felt card. I can't help it, it's the girly girl in me (I did love Disney World as much as I wanted to hate it).
In all the 8 years with you I've never been surprised by flowers...or come to think of it, a heart-felt card.
But I'll never forget the day you truly ruined it.
I arrived to your fathers house (where you were living at the time) early evening Valentine's Day 2003. You were sweet and presented me with a V Day gift bag. It was obviously a little cheesy, but I was pleasantly surprised to receive anything at all. I pulled each item out and didn't really know how to react or what an appropriate response would be. First, a little stuffed teddy bear holding a heart that read "I love you." Next, a box of chocolates. (All so predictable, but still-you got me something!!) A bottle of wine. I don't know the cheap stuff from the classy, but I do like wine.
And at the bottom of the bag a receipt from 7-11 for your thoughtful purchases 30 minutes before I arrived.
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