I didn't realise Valentine's Day was coming up when I wrote this at Scribbles. We were given the first sentence to write about - so I followed instructions. The other Scribbles Musketeers told me that they thought it was good. Even I think it is a departure from my usual "Scribblings".
The funny thing is I hate Valentine's Day with a passion you can only dream of - for one simple reason. Do we really need one single day in the year where we are practically forced to buy our partners, etc, gifts and spoil them??? What is wrong with showing your love to someone at other times of the year??? Why can't we show our love by doing something kind for them - make the chocolates yourself instead of buying them for example???
Most of my favourite songs about "Love" are on the flip side to it - "Not In Love" by 10CC, "Sorrow" by Kristyna Myles, "Betrayal" by Kristyna Myles, "You Give Love A Bad Name" by Bon Jovi, "The Morning After" by City To City", etc.
This was the entire greeting between them after such a long absence.
She had been surprised - to put it mildly - when he had materialised in front of her seemingly from nowhere.
His voice still had the same powerful effect on her that it had always had - making her wonder whether to kill him or (if she dared) kiss him.
The quietly spoken - somewhat absentminded "Hi" as he walked past her brought back too many memories for her to count. Or even want to remember.
He was with a lady who seemed to look straight through her - almost as though she was a piece of glass.
They walked past her without a backward glance - leaving her ruing missed opportunities yet feeling grateful that he had shared at least a miniscule portion of his life with her.
Even the memories of their bitterest arguments had sweetened with the passage of time.
She had always known he was out of her league. Let's face it - on paper they shouldn't even have been friends they had so little in common.
As she saw the couple disappear into the distance she silently thanked him for his friendship, patience, and attempts to warn her about himself.
The final thought she had was how lucky she had been to win the major argument which had very nearly killed their friendship before it really began.
Yes - I know it isn't your usual Valentine's Day soppy love story but please remember "Love" has many sides.
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