I {Heart} You. End Of Story.

I remember when Valentine's Day meant everything.

What he thought.  How he felt.  What flowers he would pick out.  How he would sign his name.

Forever waiting for that little velvet box.

This morning, our 18th Valentine's Day together, we met for a kiss in the dark, morning hallway.

"I still love you."

"I still love you, too."

Then, a flirty glance at him over my shoulder as I walked away. 

"Don't forget it's garbage day."

"Right.  I'm on it."

Valentine's Day used to mean everything.  Now, it's just an excuse for a nice steak and a good bottle of wine.

That's what happens when your life becomes Valentine's Day.

As always,
I'm lovin' you.