![]() ![]() It was a sentiment that echoed around her mind, as they shared a bubble bath together, beautiful rainbow bath bombs fizzing dreamily. Surely this feeling would last forever, it was impossibly persistient. With D’s love, she felt happiness like she had never felt before. Crumbs went everywhere, A snorted, she was never the most daintiest eater, but she didn’t care. She smiled happily, the balloons watching impishly, as they tucked into chocolate cupcakes, oozing messily down their chins. Indigo blues, and peachy pinks, danced with firebrick red, and lilacs, while yellows sparred with monochromatic black, and white. They floated by the window, overlooking the busy high street, where Camille Walala painted a rainbow of colour. Heart Shaped balloons from ‘Send Them Balloons’, were engraved with the words ‘ Happy Valentine’s day Ana xxx’. The bubbles went down their throats with the ease of a young un, throttling down a log flume, the same euphoric feeling. ![]() A and D would clink glasses together, the morning sun strewn through gilded windows, pouring Sea Change prosecco Rose into dainty flutes. Whether it was a bouquet of flowers perched lovingly on her bed, a stunning food and drink hamper, or a trip to a spa, A craved romance, seduction, and love, like it was her most important meal of the day. She had transformed from an Anti-Valentinist, to a full on V-Day hugger, who enjoyed every romantic stereotype known to human kind. This was the first Valentine’s Day, where she truly felt like she was worthy of love. It was bulls**t then, she just didn’t know it yet. As though she would still listen to the critics who begrudged her happiness, who claimed she was too weird, ugly, and not conventional enough to be loved. Even all these years later, it took some getting used to. She didn’t base being happy solely on being in or out of a relationship, but it sure helped when she was in a non-toxic partnership. She needed to grow and prosper as a person, to attract the kind of partner, that would make her heart sing with happiness. And that was OK, she had a lot of growing up to do, and needed to put herself first. What was once a day filled with sadness, terror and loneliness, was a period where she felt elated, bubbles of joy escaping her lips.īut she wasn’t always part of the V-Day coupledom, and spent many years being single on Valentine’s Day. But she didn’t care, because to A it meant so much more. She knew on a surface level, that Valentine’s Day was rooted in consumerism, a delicately woven marketing ad, to capitalize on love, and make it the event of the year. Though A would show her love and adoration all year round, Valentine’s day gave her a chance to show her beau, just how much he meant to her. It was a middle finger to the bullies who had called her ugly, had told her she was unloveable, to the abusive, and toxic people who had been in her life, and put her through living hell. It was a big f**k you to all the exes that had treated her badly, that made her feel like she wasn’t enough, and didn’t deserve more. Not to s**t on anyone’s parade, but A couldn’t help but feel a smug satisfaction, at landing a partner like D. She had found her Prince Charming, and couldn’t quite believe her eyes. She wasn’t materialistic, true, but she thought there was something that was so magical about creating a Valentine’s Day gift for couples, who deserved love and light. She was still the same wide eyed girl, who had come to London all these years ago, but she never thought she would find a love, quite like this. She had transformed from a ‘sourpuss, cynic, who questioned everything’ to a loved up maven, who would conjure fun Valentine’s day date ideas in the heart of winter. Though she knew many found Valentine’s day cheesy, to A it couldn’t come around quickly enough. ![]() A was never one who considered herself to be a romantic, but even she was swept up of the romance of their relationship, giggling into the early hours of the morning. It was a celebration of their eternal love, twin flames, and soulmates brought together by fate and destiny. Red roses clutched by a spherical vase, lay triumphantly on the dining room table. Three years later, her and her boo, had just moved into their first flat together, a miracle project. She marvelled at the way it rolled off her tongue, oh so easily, syllables colliding. A never thought that saying ‘I love you’, would come so naturally to her. ![]()
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