As usual, I ended up buying a blank art card from the (rather squeezed-looking) non-Valentine’s section of the shop and writing my own message to my amazing boy. And no, I’m not telling you what it is – it’s a secret!
I’ll wake up with my partner tomorrow morning, but we have no big romantic evening planned for Valentine’s Day. Our respective weeks are too busy (with work, and with other lovers) and we both need a ‘night off’ to relax and have time to ourselves – and we have no urge to shoe-horn ourselves into an overfull restaurant to eat an overpriced ‘special romantic menu’. I plan to spend the evening curled up at home with a decent bottle of wine and the Leonard Cohen album that always reminds me of a bittersweet summer spent with a former lover. It might not be the stuff of Hallmark cards, but who cares?
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