the agony and - well, the agony
rainy day valentines
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Because life is sweet, I was quite fortunate to get an early present in the form of white lilies from T.C. The florist bungled up the order and presented me with the enormous bouquet this morning at work as opposed to tomorrow. Which I shall not complain about, as I do like white flowers and the faint scent of lilies in the air is a good harbinger.
Louis L’Amour once wrote “We may have loved each other once, and we may not love each other, but we each have a memory.” Sitting at my desk, leisurely flipping through the day’s duties, I was arrested by a touch from my past. I immediately rushed over to R.S. to confide the tumble of emotions it woke up in me, and I think he was a bit bemused at how it reduced me near to tears.
But yes, Valentine’s Day is coming up. I have a lovely red and white polka-dot dress with white crinolines to wear tomorrow to Big Band Fever and an order placed to have dinner catered by the Broad Street Grille. Apple martinis, of course, are optional.
It will, of course, be odd to be single