� It's not my birthday... but I'll take it, anyway. � 2006-02-15 � 12:05 a.m. �
I would say love is...
Being taken out for dinner by the in-laws without their son... because... just because.
A vase of purple irises, pink daisy-things and greenery that I swear is rosemary...
A box of chocolates in a heart-shape box...
A bright pink t-shirt that says "mini-me" and a painting bought in the market outside of Trevor's Montreal loft... a daisy and two ladybugs... sweetness in the form of memories...
A phone call from my uncle...
A phone call from my father... that goes "Happy Valentine's. I love you. Here is Mum."
A cheque from my mother... because she knows I really want perfume that Blair doesn't want me to buy. It's rare that she out-right spoils me... well, that obviously, anyway.
Short phone calls all day long... quick banter and a lot of "I-love-you's" There always are lots of those....
Cyber-kisses only for me...
I would say that is love... love enough to make me smile on a day like today.
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