Our life was a story of love.

Up until the present, it had been reciprocated.

Today I presented Joyce with a rose.

She wanted to know the occasion.

“I said,” it’s Valentine’s day.

“Is it?” She replied.

“Yes, and this rose is for you.”

“I didn’t know it was today; I haven’t got you anything.”

She looked perplexed as if the day had arrived unexpectedly.

Looking around the room, I could see her confusion.

On Valentine’s Day, we had flowers, bouquets and arrangements.

Mostly purchased by her.

She loved the sentiment the day came with.

I put my arms around her.

Her head rested on my shoulder.

She whispered in my ear:

“You mustn’t tell my husband, he’ll worry, you know.”

I held her in my arms.

“I’ll keep it our secret,” I said, brushing away a tear.

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