Made with sweet, sweet love
Romeo, eat your heart out
It was Valentines Day. I'm not really into that sort of thing, because as I explained to my then-new guy, I have never really had a good one.
We agreed no on gifts and decided to have a quiet dinner indoors, with some DVDs.
He decided it was time to make my day a special one and prove that I could in fact have a brilliant Valentines.
He arranged for me to arrive that evening and made sure there were flowers and a card, as you would normally expect for Valentines.
The wine was ready and the table was all nicely laid for our dinner, which was in the oven.
He mentioned that I was not allowed into the fridge that evening and if there was anything I wanted he would get it for me. He made sure my glass was never empty and that I was relaxed and enjoying my evening of being pampered.
After dinner came the real surprise. Since I do not eat chocolate he had noticed that on my Facebook page I had commented a few days earlier that I was craving some fudge.
Although he hadn't ever made fudge, he gave it a go. He made me an entire batch of fudge, on which he included a note to express his love for me.
The note read: "Happy Valentines, my Michelle'', surrounded by hearts and squiggles.
It was indeed the best fudge I ever had.
Maybe because it was made with such love.
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