the real V day

I'm a sappy romantic... but I'm more of a realist than anything. So it would figure that my Valentine's Day would end up the way it did ;)

We had already planned to be apart for the day. We went to dinner on Sunday together instead of Monday, and then when I got home Monday night we were going to exchange our cards and such :) However, I ended up coming home early as I began feeling sick mid-afternoon. Turned out, so did Steve.

So there we were, both home, together, on Valentine's Day. Feeling rotten as heck. He brought me flowers, but was apologetic as he couldn't stand being out to hunt for something better on his way home trying to hold it together. I don't blame him, because he felt like I did, and I would have skipped the flowers altogether had it been me...

We alternately made trips to the bathroom, landing back in bed looking over at eachother with a sorrowful pity knowing the other felt just as crappy.

Middle of the night we both finally had the end of it. I am pretty sure it was food poisoning... from our dinner the day before ;)

But what is love if it's not real. I don't need a beach in the tropics to fall in love with my man... I just need to know his heart is mine... and that he so kindly shares the bathroom with me ;)