If I ever get to spend Valentine's day with the man of my dreams, I hope he'll never buy me a Hallmark card and candy to show me he loves me. I hope we'll have our own private rituals and small secrets we spend weeks in advance preparing for, with sweet whispers and silly pranks and cosy, gigglesome moments we'll treasure like pressed flowers between the pages of a well-worn journal. If I ever spend Valentine's day with the man of my dreams, I hope it will be no different from any other day of the week, when he'll let me know that he loves me in the smallest and most heartwarming of ways; kissing me when I have coffee breath and then not caring, fixing me my hot chocolate in the morning because he knows I'm grumpy until I have it, forgiving me when I forget an important date or appointment because he knows my scatterbrainedness is part of the whole package, calling me to let me know when he'll be late and ask me not to stay up. I suppose, in real life, couples don't have fairy-tale relationships and they take each other for granted after a while. They put their commitment to each other on hold and let their lives be swept away with the rest of the rat race and forget to keep the romance burning. But I hope that one day, if the man of my dreams comes home late at night, having forgotten to tell me not wait up, and sees me asleep on the couch waiting for him, he feels a small stirring of the old romance and leans over and kisses me on the cheek before wending his routine way to the shower and a solitary dinner. And when he does, I hope I'll forgive him and treasure his kiss like I would his first rose to me, dried between the pages of my journal. I hope I never need a Valentine's day.
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Date: 2007-02-16 02:07 pm (UTC)If I ever spend Valentine's day with the man of my dreams, I hope it will be no different from any other day of the week, when he'll let me know that he loves me in the smallest and most heartwarming of ways; kissing me when I have coffee breath and then not caring, fixing me my hot chocolate in the morning because he knows I'm grumpy until I have it, forgiving me when I forget an important date or appointment because he knows my scatterbrainedness is part of the whole package, calling me to let me know when he'll be late and ask me not to stay up.
I suppose, in real life, couples don't have fairy-tale relationships and they take each other for granted after a while. They put their commitment to each other on hold and let their lives be swept away with the rest of the rat race and forget to keep the romance burning.
But I hope that one day, if the man of my dreams comes home late at night, having forgotten to tell me not wait up, and sees me asleep on the couch waiting for him, he feels a small stirring of the old romance and leans over and kisses me on the cheek before wending his routine way to the shower and a solitary dinner.
And when he does, I hope I'll forgive him and treasure his kiss like I would his first rose to me, dried between the pages of my journal.
I hope I never need a Valentine's day.