- the tree by the duck pond.
- the hill by the skating rink.
- the stairs behind the schoolhouse.
- the trees by the brook.
- the Dominion bicycle accident.
- the high school dance bleachers.
- the evergreen with our names.
- the pink lipstick.
- the sunrises in the Mustang.
- the dance floor of le Palm.
- the late night busride through Montreal.
- the corny jokes at Mickey D's.
- the hot sweaty day by the beach.
- the french maid and the biker.
- the Stardust Picnic.
- the night on the couch at NRG.
- the sunset from those godawful Brunswick towers.
- the rehearsal party.
- the greek salad.
- the handclasp at the play.
- the nap on the orange couch with the kittens.
- the house by the lake.
- the evening walk through the park.
Some wonderful memories of the most romantic moment I shared with a few of the really special people I have had relationships with. In my memories, every person has one special moment that shines more than the others, like a beacon of romanticism in a fog of history... I rarely forget anything, I never forget the important things. I remember every important moment in my life right back to age 4. The stuff in between is like fluffernutter... fluffy and gooey and fills the gaps, but it holds it all together... memories surface from that conglomeration randomly, but the core of my being is spun on the important memories that swirl around my axis. These are my romantic memories, and they are golden.
So, Happy Valentine's Day!
Every year I wish people a big Happy Valentine's Day, because it is a day to celebrate love. Ignore the cynics that call it a Hallmark Holiday... Love is such a wonderful thing, it deserves to be celebrated. Just because capitalists found a way to make a few extra dollars, one shouldn't discount the origins of the whole celebration. I could quote a whole bunch of things from the internet on the origins, but I'm over-tired and just in a totally mushy romanticy mood tonight, so do your own homework. :)
May Love find you and caress you and wrap you deeply in her silk shrouded arms, until there is nothing but you and her and a shining golden world of beauty.
