Three love letters in my life

I only had three love letters in my life.

The first one was from an anonymous person during my high school years when "autograph" books are still in. Never it occurred to me that it is true as I took it as plain joke yet made my heart beat though.

The second one was from my boyfriend in college. Written in a recycled card with dried flowers, something that I always love for the creativity, it made me feel special, as I was able to meet his family. Though, we didn't last, I am happy as we are still friends.

The third love letter is the longest love letter I've ever received. I am flattered by his story that he didn't like the original stationary bought along with the envelope and so he cut from the papers of his organizer. But much more flattering is, I can feel the love in every word written on this piece of paper and that, someone thinks of me this very special.

And at last, I was able to put this into writing. I am simply happy to received a love letter.

My Dream Valentine

It's the month of the hearts again. While I believe that this event is all about business, I can't help it but get lost in the spell of romance as I see roses, balloons and hearts everywhere. Everything is wrapped in red. And the fact haunts me, I never had a Valentine date.

Well maybe, I had a Valentine date but not on the 14th where everyone is busy giggling and being hopelessly romantic is not a crime.

I want to have a Valentine date someday; watch movie, dine out and most importantly, receive roses. While being practical may sound as an excuse for not giving flowers, nothing beats their scent and beauty, died to be offered to a special someone.

I wonder when will be that be? I hope I'm not too old to have one. Oh well, I'll just prepare for a Valentine date on a work meeting again (every year).

Hands Off!

I like a person. He is jolly, simple and has a face that could make every girl smile. He seems intellectual too. The first time I saw him, I find him interesting but his face also spell out the word CAUTION. Yes I think he is a playboy and so I left the idea alone.

It wasn't until two years after that we got short but constant communication through a social networking site. I find myself renewing interest in him but he is attached.

I said to myself that it is okay to befriend him, only that. No more, no less. But I think I am starting to fall for him and I cannot deny it no matter how I tried to hide even to myself.