Beautiful long stemmed pink roses - the exact color that appears on her cheeks when she blushes, a candlelight dinner for two, followed by dessert -(blueberry cheese cake, to be specific) and lots and lots of chocolates. The perfect recipe for the first Valentine's day of their relationship. This was what she had wished for .
She knew however, that there was a very slim chance of them actually meeting on the day of Valentine's.They both lived in different towns. Due to work commitments, they couldn't leave. Still she had hoped against hope that they would meet. She hadn't even told him how much it meant to her. But in a tiny corner of her heart she wanted to store the memory of her first Valentine with him. To be looked at, in happy moments and sad. Something to tell her grandchildren about.
And then he told her that he wouldn't be coming after all. She tried to console herself and him too. She knew she must understand. It wasn't his mistake after all. She knew he had tried his best, and was just as disappointed as her. But now Valentine's had ceased to be special for her. Confetti and balloons and roses. It is all pretty stupid, she thought. And yet she felt morose and miserable. Her tantrums were always directed towards him. But this time instead of sarcasm and cribbing she just stopped talking.
He texted, he called, but to no avail. She hardly spoke. She knew she was wrong. But at that moment her love for him was clouded by her emotions. She was a little self obsessed, and that sometimes made her indifferent to others. So different from him. Had he been in her place he would have understood in a jiffy. He surely wouldn't behave in such a childish fashion, thought she. He was always so strong, so dependable, always a source of comfort. She reminisced about all the beautiful memories they had had together-- The way he tried to make every single day special for her, the magic he brought into her life every moment, how he pampered her, coddled her, treated her like a princess. He always brushed away the stray lock of her on her face, before she even realized it was irritating her. The way he hugged her and patted her head when she was upset. Their special lullaby that he sang to her every night. Her conviction that she would never have bad dreams when he sang her to sleep. So many little things he did, that together made a wonderful mosaic. She did not even have to spell out her wishes to him. He always knew. He was her very own Prince Charming.
Suddenly it didn't matter. What was one Valentine day after all? They had an entire lifetime of Valentine's to look forward to. Besides for them every day was a Valentine's day.
She knew however, that there was a very slim chance of them actually meeting on the day of Valentine's.They both lived in different towns. Due to work commitments, they couldn't leave. Still she had hoped against hope that they would meet. She hadn't even told him how much it meant to her. But in a tiny corner of her heart she wanted to store the memory of her first Valentine with him. To be looked at, in happy moments and sad. Something to tell her grandchildren about.
And then he told her that he wouldn't be coming after all. She tried to console herself and him too. She knew she must understand. It wasn't his mistake after all. She knew he had tried his best, and was just as disappointed as her. But now Valentine's had ceased to be special for her. Confetti and balloons and roses. It is all pretty stupid, she thought. And yet she felt morose and miserable. Her tantrums were always directed towards him. But this time instead of sarcasm and cribbing she just stopped talking.
He texted, he called, but to no avail. She hardly spoke. She knew she was wrong. But at that moment her love for him was clouded by her emotions. She was a little self obsessed, and that sometimes made her indifferent to others. So different from him. Had he been in her place he would have understood in a jiffy. He surely wouldn't behave in such a childish fashion, thought she. He was always so strong, so dependable, always a source of comfort. She reminisced about all the beautiful memories they had had together-- The way he tried to make every single day special for her, the magic he brought into her life every moment, how he pampered her, coddled her, treated her like a princess. He always brushed away the stray lock of her on her face, before she even realized it was irritating her. The way he hugged her and patted her head when she was upset. Their special lullaby that he sang to her every night. Her conviction that she would never have bad dreams when he sang her to sleep. So many little things he did, that together made a wonderful mosaic. She did not even have to spell out her wishes to him. He always knew. He was her very own Prince Charming.
Suddenly it didn't matter. What was one Valentine day after all? They had an entire lifetime of Valentine's to look forward to. Besides for them every day was a Valentine's day.
