Love Is All Around
So, today is St Valentine’s Day: the pinnacle of the lurve calendar. It’s a day for wearing your heart on your sleeve, for running up to the person you’ve had a crush on FOREVER and declaring your undying devotion, while quoting Shakespeare and showering them with rose petals and Thornton’s. A day for serenading outside bedroom windows at dusk and quoting the great romantic poets or maybe just Taylor Swift and – well, you get the idea. The fourteenth day of February is most definitely all about snagging that snog.
Which makes me wonder why we only feel able to do this once a year. What’s to stop us approaching someone we’ve admired from afar on any day of the year and telling them we think they’re the best thing since squirty cream? I suppose it must be the fear of rejection but surely that’s there no matter what the date? I’m all in favour of seizing the day – carpe diem, as the Romans used to say. Make your move. If it turns out your crush doesn’t return your affection then of course it’ll hurt but hey – they weren’t worth YOU anyway.
I thought I’d finish up by sharing my most memorable Valentine’s Day. It was a Sunday. The doorbell rang early and, completely unaware what day it was, I tumbled downstairs to answer it. A man from the florists’ thrust a single red rose into my hands and mumbled something about Snappy Clementines. I ripped open the card eagerly and read the snippet of Shakespearean sonnet with a melting heart. The moment my boyfriend appeared, I threw my arms around him and covered him with squeaky thank you kisses. He grunted in reply, then said the words I’ll never forget.
“It’s not from me.”
It took a lot of back-tracking to salvage that Valentine’s Day, believe me.
Have a great day, whatever you do!
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