Member Rara Avis
"Did you forget something yesterday?" she petulantly asked.
"Uh, I don't think so," he said, running a quick checklist through his head.
"It was Valentine's Day."
"Oh, that," he sighed. "I didn't forget. I said I loved you 8.7 times yesterday, kissed you 12.8 times, and hugged you four."
"You do that every day."
"That's because I love you every day."
"Oh," she said, dropping to silence for several long seconds. "I love you, too."
"We don't need some crass, overly commercialized Holiday to show our love, Babe. Every day is Valentine's Day for us."
"You forgot, didn't you?"
"It was just one more very special day in a long string of special days, Babe. They're all special when I'm with you."
"You forgot 'cause you don't love me any more."
"Of course, I love you. Don't I say it, and show it, a hundred times every day?"
"But you didn't get me anything?"
"Sweets, our life together is based on love, not on expensive gifts."
"…not even a card," she whispered.
"I could give you a thousand cards and it wouldn't mean I loved you any more…"
"…or a simple flower," she pouted.
"A garden brimming with roses couldn't express how I feel about you…"
"…or a poem to tell me how you feel," she sniffled.
"There aren't enough words in any language to proclaim how happy you make me."
"That's okay," she said softly, turning away. "I understand."
"You know I love you," he said.
"You just forgot…"