Happy Valen-whatsit.
Karla just learned about Valentine's Day, but that doesn't mean she didn't go all out for it. Having bought a box of chocolates for both her sweethearts, she's set them out where she's sure they will find them, both bouquets of flowers in vases, a note tied to them. Armand's is a thicket of roses, each every color and constantly shifting, with a box of rich chocolates next to them, and Chris's she is even more proud of, a bouquet of assorted flowers, but when they are pulled off they become again what they really are, little wrapped chocolates so he can literally eat his bouquet.
The notes, then.
Dear Armand,
I just learned about this Valentwhatsit's Day thing, but I figured I might as well celebrate anyway. So I hope I'm doing this right. Anyway, sweetheart - well, I've never been very good at expressing myself with words. I'm better with talking, and even that I'm not always so good at, as you may know. But sometimes you just have to say things it's hard to put into words. So here I am beating around the bush and still not entirely sure how to express how much I love you, everything you've done for me. Every day I wake up and smile because I have someone who's not family looking out for me, someone who's told me those dangerous "I love you" words. And that's something that just makes everything a little better.
I am so lucky to have you.
Love,
Karla
Dear Chris,
I love the nickname Armand has for you: cher. It fits you perfectly in the simple sweetness of it. I didn't know there were such sweet, wonderful men in the world as you (as you know, my relatives aren't the best at that) until I had the chance to meet you. I remember first seeing you and Armand, how beautifully and purely in love you were and still are, and all I can be is soul-deep grateful that you can share that love with me without making me feel like an intruder, making me feel loved, and letting me love you. I know that's something it's hard for me to do, so imagining someone else doing it for me...I know I'm not always the best person, but I try my best, and still the very least of what you do puts me to shame. And for that, silly as it is, as much as for everything else, I love you.
It's still hard to believe my good fortune.
Love,
Karla
The notes, then.
Dear Armand,
I just learned about this Valentwhatsit's Day thing, but I figured I might as well celebrate anyway. So I hope I'm doing this right. Anyway, sweetheart - well, I've never been very good at expressing myself with words. I'm better with talking, and even that I'm not always so good at, as you may know. But sometimes you just have to say things it's hard to put into words. So here I am beating around the bush and still not entirely sure how to express how much I love you, everything you've done for me. Every day I wake up and smile because I have someone who's not family looking out for me, someone who's told me those dangerous "I love you" words. And that's something that just makes everything a little better.
I am so lucky to have you.
Love,
Karla
Dear Chris,
I love the nickname Armand has for you: cher. It fits you perfectly in the simple sweetness of it. I didn't know there were such sweet, wonderful men in the world as you (as you know, my relatives aren't the best at that) until I had the chance to meet you. I remember first seeing you and Armand, how beautifully and purely in love you were and still are, and all I can be is soul-deep grateful that you can share that love with me without making me feel like an intruder, making me feel loved, and letting me love you. I know that's something it's hard for me to do, so imagining someone else doing it for me...I know I'm not always the best person, but I try my best, and still the very least of what you do puts me to shame. And for that, silly as it is, as much as for everything else, I love you.
It's still hard to believe my good fortune.
Love,
Karla