Truth, Love, and Roses

A few days ago I had a conversation on Messenger with X that went a little something like this (well, er, exactly like this – typos included):

Me i'll let you know now as well, because I'm sure now it hasn't occurred to you…
Me i'm not expecting anything for Valentine's Day
Me (that's this special day that many western couples spend together
Me going to dinner,
Me sending flowers
Me buying cards, chocolate…
Me that sort of thing)
X don't tell me you celebrate valentines day..
Me it's very commercialised
X :(
Me uh
X yuck...
Me If you read the above
X girl germs...
Me I said I'm NOT expecting anything
X oh...
Me just clariftying
X k...
X no flowers... check
X no card... check.

So these flowers did not come from X via Interflora. Nor did I buy them for myself. No, some romantic chap sent five bouquets to a friend of mine – one for each year he had been in love with her – and being the lovely lass she is, she decided to share the joy rather than greedily carry them all home for herself. Unfortunately for him, the besotted young man’s love remains unrequited.

This is a true story.

So no chocolates; no flowers; no heart-shaped, lace-trimmed card; no serenade on your doorstep at midnight? Cheer up, it really could be worse. Happy Valentine’s Day.

Love,
Princess.
xx