A post-Valentine’s Day thought

I know that it’s considered mushy. I know that females of my generation outwardly deplore the commercialism of the day.

But it was my first ever Valentine’s day to celebrate with a significant someone. So I hope I will be forgiven for being caught up in the romance of the day.

A red rose. A picnic basket. Moonlight Cinema’s showing of Breakfast at Tiffany’s in the Botanic Gardens with a guy who is watching it only because he remembered me saying “ooh, I love that movie” about 4 months previously.

I know that it’s important to feel romanced everyday, but sometimes, just an outpouring of affection and romance on one day, even a commercially dictated one, makes me melt. And fills me with the warm fuzzies.

So I wish a belated happy valentine's day to all the hopeless romantics out there. Even if you won't admit it :).