Today is a little different than February 14, 2011.
We got to wake up cuddling.
We also have class 8 – 8 today.
Last year on Valentine’s I had no idea what to expect.
We’d been exclusively dating less than a month.
It was a surprise.
And it was wonderful.
He took me on a scavenger hunt all over Provo.
The clues were all poems, marked by roses.
At dinner, the waiter handed me the first one.
I found the second one.
The third was graffiti art work.
The icecream server handed me the forth.
I shot a target to get the fifth.
And the night ended stargazing in the canyon with Hazelnut hot chocolate.
I think I fell in love that night.
Since then Ben has written a lot of poetry for me, but I’ll always treasure the first.
Here’s a snippet from one of my clues.
Your expressions of affection incapacitate me,
All thoughts and distractions subside seamlessly
All pride and reaction turn to a sunrise inside.
You light up my life and I can’t emphasize enough how I adore you. I’d do anything for you, when poems turn to rambling, my mind begins scrambling, my heart stammering, hammering out every last note. Constant, unabashedly, emotional, fantastically, drastically, you’ve changed my whole world and brought hope.
I could hold you for hours, with Jack Bauer or without. It’s so crazy how kisses give power to my heart. Our start, not traditional, nonetheless, it’s sensational, amazing in every way, and yet a dissertation couldn’t ever entreat English to meet its needs completely, to express the rest when words can’t find their meaning…
Happy Valentine’s Day All!
And Ben, I love you.