Be my Valentine
Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue,
Itís Valentine Day,
And I text to wish you,
Today Iím asking,
it youíll be mine,
Please say yes,
be my Valentine.
I have always had a mischievous streak. There were many a time would
feel the urge to say something or do something that is so off the record
of what people expect of me. It is not something hurtful or scandalous
but merely something that would brighten up the moment.
Giving a rose symbolizes a statement of love
This was the uncontrollable impulse I had when I sent you my first
Valentine message. Since you knew my mobile number, I used another sim
to greet you. I sent the message early morning. We had met a few months
Naturally you did not respond to my anonymous greeting. That was good
because I did not want you texting every Tom Dick and Harry. However I
did somehow expect a greeting from you to the number you knew. Hours
lapsed. My heart sank. My mood turned sour towards noon. Many questions
clouded my mind.
Wasnít he interested? Did he think of me only as a friend? Didnít he
remember me at all? Was there someone else? Each unanswered question
lowered my spirits. A dampness slowly flowed out of my eyes. Why did it
matter so much to me? Why was this pain like nothing Iíve ever
experienced before? I have faced losses. I have experienced
disappointments. I have been separated from people who have been close
to me for years.
Only a few months. I hardly know him but yet... he is so familiar to
me. He is like a part of my soul.
Then my phone beeped. It was nearly midday. I imagined that it was
yet another news alert or a message from a friend. One careless glance
with my finger on the delete button. Then I froze. It was an immortal
Your message was simple yet touching. It was a cross between
something you would send to a friend but something intimate also ran
beneath the words. I replied with a much more reserved wish for I did
not want to seem too eager to please. You did not know that I have
wished you first on a mystery number till much later.
For some reason or other I, who preferred blacks, blues and lilacs
found that more pinks and reds began to make their way into my wardrobe.
These shades are associated with passion and love. I have never been a
fan of these colours before.
More changes. I who have always loved frangipani began to have an
unusual fondness for roses. Not any rose would do. Red roses fascinated
My life was a roller coaster. There was hardly time to sit in one
place. It is a process I enjoyed but sometimes I hardly have time to
dwell in front of the mirror other than put on a clean suit, a little
lipstick and run a comb through my hair. Your presence changed it all. I
debated on what to wear each day least you happen to stroll by.
Accessories matched the outfits. Not even a hair was out of place. You
showed me how to appreciate myself. A warm glow spread within me and
reflected in my outlook whenever I thought of you.
You brought me the happiest time of my life. Small misfortunes passed
by me without even a bat of an eyelid. You were with me. You were my
world. Though you are beyond my reach today, let me dedicate yet another
Valentine to you.