the V-day

he gave her flowers, that he did. valentines & anniversaries... say what you may but that guy sure remembered special occasions. he always gave her a dozen--red, sometimes pink roses. it was only on their last two years together that he gave her three. "quantity of flowers is equal to the depth of feelings..." she thought, smiling. other occasions like birthdays and mother's day, he gave gifts. but it has always been flowers for v-day and annivs.

a particular valentine came back to mind. it was a saturday and she was sleeping late when the smell of roses awakened her. she leisurely opened her eyes... a bent figure was holding something, gently brushing it to her nose. it was her husband, waking her up with the scent of roses and greeting her a happy valentines day. apparently, he had gotten up earlier than usual and rushed back home before she awakens--to surprise her.

that saturday valentine gave her more than just surprise. it became one of the fondest memory she keeps... to this day. she may no longer miss the bearer, but hey, she sure does miss the flowers.