Every day for the week, some grand new token of his affection would be delivered to my doorstep.
But then, Valentine’s would be over, and that would be that.
Two years older and away at college, he would go entire semesters without so much as a phone call or a post card. The stark contrast gave me a little bit of a jaded view toward all things cupid.
In my mind, Valentine’s Day is just window dressing. It’s a public display that may or may not accurately represent what is truly stored up in one’s heart.
Our most telling declarations of love aren’t made on February 14th — they are made in the days and weeks and months that follow.
When my husband…
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