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Happy F-in Valetines

I may in fact be one of the most cynical people when it comes to assinged-love-days.

I don't enjoy the fact that I have to be 'in love today' because Hallmark says so.

I get nervous when our anniversary approaches as the pressure just tends to be too much. Our 10th anniversary actually kinda came and went without much ado but the simplicity of it all made it perfect.

I don't like the fact that this seems to be an 'in your face single people' day where they are yet again reminded that they have not yet found someone to love (sing find me some body to love..find me somebody to love...oh Queen)

That being said...

I am a person who is filled with love, surrounded by love, heart stoppingly in love.

I did have a slight twinge when I realised D would be away for work on this day of commercialised love.

And when 12 red roses arrived at my work today, my heart fluttered and I did thank the universe for Valentine's Day.

You know you're in love when there is one person who breaks down your defenses with one simple gesture. It wasn't the cost of the flowers or the fact that it was Valentine's Day.

It was because today is the perfect day to make a big deal because I never make a big deal.

Internet, I don't know if this makes sense, but I do have to say that having deep red flowers beside my monitor all day is a lovely reminder of how lucky I am.

And maybe that's what's Valentine's Day is meant to be about. If so, I'm with ya.

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