“Beep beep;” the tone of my text message rang out loud and clear.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, princess, the day has just begun. xxxxx”
I turned to look at the time—it was midnight… Oh my god, he was so sweet and he remembered.
I think this is what attracted me to him more and more: his thoughtful ways. I mean, even my own husband would never acknowledge this at midnight, never mind a total stranger. Come to think of it—where was my husband? Out as usual—nothing new.
I smiled and texted him back: “Thank you, my prince. Happy Valentine’s Day to you, too. xoxo”
I rolled over and fell asleep. A huge smile on my face.
I woke up to my alarm clock sounding off. It was February 14th—Valentine’s Day. But in my house it was just another day.
All across the city and world, people would be buying flowers and chocolates and celebrating this happy occasion, whilst others like myself could only dream about it. After all, for us it only existed in our dreams and nothing more. My husband did not even bother to say it, never mind buy a single red rose.
I remember in the past I would always seem to forget something and end up at the store and would see hordes of men buying bunches of flowers and cards for their wives and girlfriends and I would just sigh and think, “Why not me?”
After the passage of time, I stopped sighing and imagining receiving or celebrating Valentine’s Day; for me, it became just another day.
So, on this particular Valentine’s Day, I head downstairs and go about my usual routine…and then the phone rings.
It is my “prince” telling me to meet him in the evening if I can.
I am excited and know that in spite of my personal life being non-existent, my fantasy life is indeed alive and well.
At least now I can look forward to something rather than imagining it.
That evening I dressed up and headed to our usual meeting place. As I arrived and parked my car, I turned up the music and began singing. I was happy and I felt a lot better than I had in a very long time.
Just as I was drifting into singing, my car door opens and my prince is there; he holds the car door open. He has a huge smile on his face.
We walk towards his vehicle; it is gleaming white as always, clean as ever. His vehicle is always in immaculate condition—as if it is just off a showroom floor.
We sit inside and he presents me with a huge bouquet of pink roses—my favorite color. My prince always gave me roses no matter what the occasion was.
“I booked us into a restaurant downtown my princess. I am sure you will approve.”
“Of course; you always pick the best.”
Dinner was amazing; we had the best table in the restaurant and I truly felt like royalty. Dessert was delicious, along with the ballad sung especially for me by a musician at the restaurant.
I truly felt like everything was out of a movie-I just wished it would never end.
My prince turned to me… “Do you feel like a princess?”
“Yes I do and so much more. Thank you for everything, I so appreciate it. Thank you for tonight. I have never had the chance to celebrate Valentine’s Day like this before.”
“For you, the world, my princess; you deserve the best always. Come let’s go for a walk outside; the weather is nice out.”
I reach for his hand and we head outside. There is a slight breeze, but otherwise it is gorgeous out.
Sometimes I could not believe I had someone like my prince in my life. It felt like a dream. I had always imagined this, and now that it had happened, it just felt so surreal.
Hand in hand, we walk together, and then my prince turns towards me and says, “I have a surprise for you.”
“Really? Why; you have done so much already? The roses, the dinner at the best restaurant in town, serenaded with a song—this was more than enough.”
“My princess, nothing is ever enough for you.”
He reaches for my hand and then tells me to close my eyes. I oblige half excited and half curious, as ever wondering what will happen next.
He puts a box in my hand and then tells me to open my eyes. I open them and in my palm is a red velvet box.
I gasp and don’t know what to say.
“Open it, princess.”
I oblige, and inside is a key. I look up at him and say, “What is this?”
“Come with me.” He leads me by the hand and takes me down the road and back to the car parking lot. I am wondering what is going on.
Then we stop and he turns towards me and says, “Princess, this is for you.”
“What is it?”
I look, but do not see anything.
“My princess, look to your right.”
To Be Continued.…