If I can make this night light enough to move

So ends another day with you. Of course it hasn't been just any other day. Today is Valentine's Day. But what am I talking about. A day spent with you is never just any other day.

Such days are spent in a cocoon, in our own corner of the universe. Perhaps because we don't have a common group of friends, our time together is always especially for us. I cherish those few hours we devote to just each other. Yes, food is a requisite, since you will forever disagree when I say love will keep us alive. :) Other occasions call for a couple of hours in a dark theater in front of a big screen. Still others find us in a coffee shop, silently (or not so silent, in my case) reading page after page, though still side by side, fingers entwined. And some days have uniquely special touches. Today, for instance, brought us showers of rose petals from the heavens, bites of favorite cake, photographs against pretty glass.

But remember what you said (not so) long ago? Even if we just sit in a corner. Nothing more I could ask for than the feel of my hand in yours, the comfort and security that simple gesture brings. Also that way we have around each other that brings out the absolute silliness in us. Sometimes I imagine what if someone were to catch us in the middle of one of those moments. They would laugh, or perhaps cringe. Because they wouldn't understand. We speak a different language, you and I. It isn't perfect. But it is ours.

One of those moments, captured.

Dearest Ruari,

I’m sorry I wasn’t able to prepare anything for you today. I hope this pahabol entry makes up for it somehow. :P I'm sorry again for those other things, too. And thank you for the many, many things.

Happy Valentine's Day, my love. Let's have a thousand more.

Yours and yours and yours alone. I love you.

Mindy