A Valentine For An Old Love

In an old shoebox hidden in the attic, there rests among my cherished things, a Valentine tied with ivory ribbon. It was never sent. The love it represents is still as fresh in my mind as the scent of the roses he brought me every Wednesday, just because it was the day we first met. So many miles and years now lie between us. The youthful he and I have long since moved on, and he'll never know the regret I've felt for what might have been had I been free to love again. The pain of that loss is still fresh in my heart. I’ll always love him. I’ll always care. He’s forever here in my heart and one more time I wonder... what might have been had I put a stamp on my Valentine and dropped it in the box. This Valentine’s Day, as on so many others, I send out this wish from my heart to his: “For what we had, I wish you love.”