I do not know if it is because I am soon to be at the next phase of my life, or just to do with old age, or just in one of my moods again, but I am in a rather reminiscing mood lately. Especially since today when I went with my colleague to buy a Xbox for her husband, I started to think about the Valentine's Days I have had.
I have celebrated ten Valentine's Days in total. Not all were happy though. The very first Valentine's Day I celebrated was in 1995, and that was a disaster because whatever that could go wrong went wrong, and I went home and cried myself to sleep.
The ones in 2004 to 2005 were okay, at least the guy put in the effort, but still, it was not as good as previous years. But I could not blame him because he is a different person with different preferences, and besides, I never felt that strongly for him so perhaps I never felt touched no matter what he did.
The ones in between these years were the most wonderful times I ever had. Of all the Valentine's Days I have had, these were the ones I could remember most vividly; the rest (besides the very first one) were but a hazy memory.
Maybe it was spent with the person who meant the most to me, the one I loved the most? Which was why those were so much more memorable than any others I spent with others? After all, if the person was so important to you, you tend to remember everything of the person, everything you did with each other.
Honestly, the times we spent with each other, what we did, where we went, how we quarrelled, how we spent our Christmases, birthdays and anniversaries, almost everything is still fresh in my mind, even now.
The first year, he picked me up from school, dressed to the nines. There was no gift or flowers, and I felt a bit disappointed. We went to one of the shopping malls where he booked a restaurant. Before going into the restaurant, he brought me to a flower shop, collected a bouquet of roses and gave it to me on the spot. I was on the verge of tears.
We then went into the restaurant. It specialised in Western food. After ordering, he excused himself, saying he needed to use the bathroom. He came back ten minutes later, and whipped out a gift box. It was a card, with a poem he composed, and a set of Swarovski crystal heart-shaped necklace with earrings. I could not help it. I cried, there and then as I was so touched!
The second year, Valentine's Day happened to fall on a Saturday. We were both busy with assignments that period of time, so did not have a lavish celebration. Still, we went for high tea at one of the hotel restaurants, then went for a movie, and window-shopped. He gave me another bouquet of red roses with a card and a self-composed poem and a cuddly soft toy.
The third year, Valentine's Day was on a Sunday. We met for church, then went to his place, where he gave me a card (another self-composed poem), and another cuddly soft toy. However, this time round, he made the flowers for me. Twenty-four paper and cloth flowers in the shape of roses.
The fourth year, we went to a high-class restaurant for a caviar and steak dinner. The restaurant happened to be in one of the high class hotels, so there was a live pianist serenading us with love songs. As usual, he gave me another bouquet of red roses with a card with another self-composed poem, and a diamond necklace.
The fifth year, we went to a new restaurant in town (which had since closed down), then went for a late night movie. There was another bouquet of roses, with another card with a self-composed poem, and another cuddly soft toy.
The sixth year, he brought a bouquet of red roses, with a card with a self-composed poem, and a heart-shaped cushion to my workplace, and left it on my desk. When I went back to the staff room, I saw the gifts and cried. Then he came out from the corner he was hiding and we went for a simple dinner and a walk along the beach.
So there. Now people may ask, all these were what he did for me, so what did I do for him? Of course, Valentine's Day is just one day in a year, so there are a lot of things I did for him (and vice versa) throughout the rest of the year.
So what did I give him all these years? The first year, I gave him an original football jersey of his favourite club. The second year, I stitched him a special cross-stitch on a cloth, then went to frame it up and hang it on the wall in his room.
The third year, I gave him a cool looking Pierre Cardin shirt. The fourth year, I gave him a gold Parker felt-tipped and ballpoint pen set, engraved with both our names. The fifth year, I bought him a pair of black leather shoes, and the sixth year I bought him a cool looking mobile phone with triband technology (one of the few triband phones in the market in those days).
And of course, I enclosed cards with every gift, but I am no poet as compared to him, I would write him letters instead attached in the cards. My best friend was remarking earlier on that he is a very sweet guy. Of course, otherwise why would he be the only one I ever wanted to marry?
All these are but sweet memories, still rather vivid in my mind. It is true indeed that the person you value the most will be the most unforgettable. Even though now I no longer feel anything for him, these memories still stay with me.
But I believe sometime soon I may be able to create even better and more wonderful memories with someone else, memories that will follow us throughout the rest of our lives. Who knows what the future will bring?
I have celebrated ten Valentine's Days in total. Not all were happy though. The very first Valentine's Day I celebrated was in 1995, and that was a disaster because whatever that could go wrong went wrong, and I went home and cried myself to sleep.
The ones in 2004 to 2005 were okay, at least the guy put in the effort, but still, it was not as good as previous years. But I could not blame him because he is a different person with different preferences, and besides, I never felt that strongly for him so perhaps I never felt touched no matter what he did.
The ones in between these years were the most wonderful times I ever had. Of all the Valentine's Days I have had, these were the ones I could remember most vividly; the rest (besides the very first one) were but a hazy memory.
Maybe it was spent with the person who meant the most to me, the one I loved the most? Which was why those were so much more memorable than any others I spent with others? After all, if the person was so important to you, you tend to remember everything of the person, everything you did with each other.
Honestly, the times we spent with each other, what we did, where we went, how we quarrelled, how we spent our Christmases, birthdays and anniversaries, almost everything is still fresh in my mind, even now.
The first year, he picked me up from school, dressed to the nines. There was no gift or flowers, and I felt a bit disappointed. We went to one of the shopping malls where he booked a restaurant. Before going into the restaurant, he brought me to a flower shop, collected a bouquet of roses and gave it to me on the spot. I was on the verge of tears.
We then went into the restaurant. It specialised in Western food. After ordering, he excused himself, saying he needed to use the bathroom. He came back ten minutes later, and whipped out a gift box. It was a card, with a poem he composed, and a set of Swarovski crystal heart-shaped necklace with earrings. I could not help it. I cried, there and then as I was so touched!
The second year, Valentine's Day happened to fall on a Saturday. We were both busy with assignments that period of time, so did not have a lavish celebration. Still, we went for high tea at one of the hotel restaurants, then went for a movie, and window-shopped. He gave me another bouquet of red roses with a card and a self-composed poem and a cuddly soft toy.
The third year, Valentine's Day was on a Sunday. We met for church, then went to his place, where he gave me a card (another self-composed poem), and another cuddly soft toy. However, this time round, he made the flowers for me. Twenty-four paper and cloth flowers in the shape of roses.
The fourth year, we went to a high-class restaurant for a caviar and steak dinner. The restaurant happened to be in one of the high class hotels, so there was a live pianist serenading us with love songs. As usual, he gave me another bouquet of red roses with a card with another self-composed poem, and a diamond necklace.
The fifth year, we went to a new restaurant in town (which had since closed down), then went for a late night movie. There was another bouquet of roses, with another card with a self-composed poem, and another cuddly soft toy.
The sixth year, he brought a bouquet of red roses, with a card with a self-composed poem, and a heart-shaped cushion to my workplace, and left it on my desk. When I went back to the staff room, I saw the gifts and cried. Then he came out from the corner he was hiding and we went for a simple dinner and a walk along the beach.
So there. Now people may ask, all these were what he did for me, so what did I do for him? Of course, Valentine's Day is just one day in a year, so there are a lot of things I did for him (and vice versa) throughout the rest of the year.
So what did I give him all these years? The first year, I gave him an original football jersey of his favourite club. The second year, I stitched him a special cross-stitch on a cloth, then went to frame it up and hang it on the wall in his room.
The third year, I gave him a cool looking Pierre Cardin shirt. The fourth year, I gave him a gold Parker felt-tipped and ballpoint pen set, engraved with both our names. The fifth year, I bought him a pair of black leather shoes, and the sixth year I bought him a cool looking mobile phone with triband technology (one of the few triband phones in the market in those days).
And of course, I enclosed cards with every gift, but I am no poet as compared to him, I would write him letters instead attached in the cards. My best friend was remarking earlier on that he is a very sweet guy. Of course, otherwise why would he be the only one I ever wanted to marry?
All these are but sweet memories, still rather vivid in my mind. It is true indeed that the person you value the most will be the most unforgettable. Even though now I no longer feel anything for him, these memories still stay with me.
But I believe sometime soon I may be able to create even better and more wonderful memories with someone else, memories that will follow us throughout the rest of our lives. Who knows what the future will bring?
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