for mr. roo, if you're reading this...

Perhaps it seems a little ironic that we're virtually inseparable on most days, but on a day like today, we're more than a thousand kilometres apart. I was at an airport by sunrise, at a workshop all day, and it was only at dinner this evening that I am finally reminded of Valentine's Day's customary happenings. Tables for two. Beachfront dining. Romantic strolls along Cronulla Beach. Scrunched up bouquet of pink roses. Light brushing of the cheeks and stealing kisses on the street.

Dear Valentine, although you and I are unable to join the rest of the world in this universal day of love & romance, I have no real reason to sulk. Neither do I feel cheated of this day, nor do I intend to insist on a belated celebration of a greater fold. Out of character, I know!

It's not because i'm jaded. Or cynical. And it's certainly not because i'm so profoundly practical, as i'm sure you already realised.

But it is because, Dear Valentine, you've kept every promise you made to me. My doubts are banished and my fears have been replaced with a content I know only now. Thus, every day with you, quite literally, is already Valentine's Day.

The rest of the world can have their one Day today, as long as I can have you on all other days. Deal?

Love you many, mr. roo....xoxoxo...can't wait to see you tomorrow...