I have never really had a Valentine's date.
Ever.
Impossible as it may seem, yes, I have never ever have gotten myself one. Under so many odd circumstances. Haha. Lame, I know.
Walter had been planning for the big red date for centuries, and I have told him a million times over not to get me anything - not that I didn't like getting something, but I usually found Vday pretty much like gastos daay - lovers get to find the excuse of expecting gifts for no apparent reason. So yeah, he didn't get me a bouquet of flowers nor those fancy-schmancy chocolates.
He got me these:
It's a need, not a want. Not your typical Vday gift, but hey, this pair will surpass everything; from the wilted flowers to the crumpled candybar wrappers. Pretty much like the love i've been waiting for all my life. :)
Thank you, Walter John Peckson. I love you so much.
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