L is for ‘laughter’ we have along the way.
O is for ‘optimism’ you give me every day.
V is for ‘value’ of being my best friend.
E is for ‘eternity,’ a love that has no end. ~ John Peter Read
Now, as a general rule, I prefer funny quotes such as the one below, but today I like the one above the best!
I love your smile, your face, and your eyes.
Damn, I’m good at telling lies!”
As a fourteen year old, Valentine’s Day had become my most important day of the year, and it remained that way for the next four years.
What an exciting day it was, and one where my fingers remained crossed that the expected valentine cards would arrive with the first post. If not, I would dash home at lunchtime to pick them up. I was a conceited girl and confidently expected to see more than one card falling through the letterbox.
Back then, no one signed their cards, the sender, the secret admirer would remain a mystery and that was what made it such fun.
Sitting on the playground wall with my giggling girlfriends, we each compared handwriting on our cards while trying to work out who the senders might be. Concentrating on lessons proved a difficult task on Valentine’s Day, and my eyes would scan the faces of the boys in the hope that I would catch one of them looking at me sheepishly from behind his desk.
Four years on and I started going ‘steady’ and when February 14th came around I was disappointed to find my regular delivery of more than one valentine card had ceased. From that moment on, I knew exactly who was sending my solitary card. The guessing game for this teenager was over.
“The day first became associated with romantic love in the 14th century, when the tradition of courtly love flourished. In 18th-century England, it evolved into an occasion in which lovers expressed their love for each other by presenting flowers, offering confectionery, and sending greeting cards (known as “valentines”).” ~ Wikipedia
Recently, I read an article about Valentine’s Day that said, “Over the pond, the tradition of sending valentine cards is not especially the domain of the romantic.” Apparently, cards are also sent to friends and relatives, which is something that doesn’t happen here.
In the UK, a valentine card is a gesture, a token of someone’s romantic love with the hope that it will be taken seriously. Sending a card to a friend or relative could expose one’s intention to misinterpretation and suspicion.
I am a romantic and I’d like to think that my hearts and flowers are intended for me and me alone.
Nonetheless, in the spirit of love and goodwill, I wish each of you a happy day.
© SueW-nansfarm.net 2018 In response to the word-prompt Suspicious