Medical school had us both running around like chickens with our heads cut off,
and Valentine's Day was drawing near. Although I'd ranted the entire of January
about how Valentine's Day was just a consumerist holiday, and that I didn't
believe in it - that was just my front, my insecurity; I'd never had a proper
celebration before. Secretly, I was wishing you would ask me. And like always,
you didn't disappoint. We decided, however, to celebrate on the weekend before,
a Friday night, rather than on Monday which is when Valentine's was occurring
that year. It was February 11th, and I insisted that we wear something either
red, white or pink. You rolled your eyes, and then gave in-you never say no to
me; not unless I'm being unreasonable, and with you, I'm never unreasonable. I
walked the short distance to your place, and we took lots of pictures and called
a cab. You took me to my favorite restaurant on the island for dinner, and then
to my favorite bar on the island for pina coladas. Then, you took me to the
beach and we reclined together under the stars. I began feeling cold, although
it is perfectly temperate weather on the island around February, and you gave me
your jacket, but I could feel something wasn't right.
You decided to distract
me,and took me to my favorite club on the beach-strip - Dolce Cabana. When we
danced, people looked. Not because we were amazing, but because we were amazing
together. This is still true. But soon I found myself feeling nauseous and I had
a headache that wouldn't relent, and soon my chest began growing tight. You went
to get me a glass of water,and when you returned,you took one look at me, and
said, "We're going home." You took me home, by which time, I was completely out
of breath. I collapsed right at the entrance of my room, and you carried me to
my bed, you helped take off my jewelry as I clawed to get everything off of me -
I couldn't breathe, and I was running an insane fever. You said, for a few
moments there I stopped breathing entirely and went blue - you said it was the
scariest moment of your life. But you brought me back, and wrapped me in
blankets to break me out of my fever. You shut the windows, turned off the fan,
and stayed in that steam pocket with me, till dawn, while I murmured
unintelligible nonsense, you stayed with me through it all. You nursed me back
to health, and when I woke up in the morning you were gone. I felt ashamed,and
upset that I'd ruined such a perfect evening, and was cursing myself when you
returned - with soup, and medicine, for me. You fed me, with your own hands and
you told me, you'll always be around to take care of me. I apologized to you for
messing everything up, and you said it was the best Valentine's Day you'd ever
had. It was, as a matter of fact, the best Valentine's Day i'd ever had, as
well. As you fed me, I looked at you and your beautiful brown eyes and I thought
to myself, I want to be yours...forever. Since that day, February 11th has been
our anniversary, and you will be my "forever valentine".
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