16 years ago tomorrow, Valentines Day, was the first time Mark ever said he loved me.
We didn’t realize it was Valentine’s Day.
We were at work… and it came out.
And we celebrated that day as the day we officially “got together” for the rest of our time together.
Even though we’d been together for 2 weeks at that point.
Even though he hadn’t *quite* left his ex.
We celebrated Valentines Day not as a commercially marketed “this is the day you must romance your partner” day, but as the day we first expressed our love.
We didn’t even celebrate Valentines Day that year.
To this day – I couldn’t tell you what day he officially asked me to marry him – but I’ll never forget the day he first told me he loved me.
We’ll ignore the fact that he broke up with me the day after…and then the day after that he woke me up with “I want to spend my life with you”
Because none of that matters now.
What matters is that we got to spend 14 years together expressing our love on Valentines Day… the day he first told me he loved me.
Happy Valentine’s Mark. I love you. I will always love you (I have Whitney Houston running through my head… And IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-EEEE-IIIIIIIIIIIIIII will always love YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU) and I am so grateful that you sent Mike to me. I know you had a hand in him finding me again. I got the messages from you that he was the right one, and that you approved.
I love you.