The first time we were together I broke up with him on Valentine’s day.
This year, I made a pretty package. Cut out confetti, glitter, red and white tissue paper, a mushy card and a big batch of chocolate chip cookies. Mailed it with a kiss and the promise of plenty of embarrassment when it arrives at work. Did I mention the box is pink?
Sometimes I am glad we get this chance. Now older, we get to do this all the right way. More so, we get to really relish and appreciate it, and not take it for granted.