In my life I’ve only ever received Valentines cards from 3
people.
My current partner
with whom I’ve been for nearly 17 years and for whom papery sweethearts are probably
more about thank you for making my packed lunch than passionate amour these
days.
The older guy I hung around with in my late teens/early
twenties but was never part of a couple with because as he quite wisely told me
I was “still young and needed to go out and live my life” so I’m not entirely
sure his one counts in the grand love scheme of things.
Then lastly rewinding back to my teens and the first time a
card shaped object of romance dropped onto the front doormat on Feb. 14th.
A cutesy pink confection stating” be mine” signed off with a
single question mark, a heart in place of where the full stop should be.
And yet despite great detective work to this day I never
found out who it was from.
Which begs the question was it sent by someone who was so
embarrassed they fancied me they couldn’t admit it in real life or was it actually
just from my mum?
MEDWAY MESSENGER COLUMN 10/02/2014
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