“Je t’aime”…

Not a word, not a card, not a rose – my darling, my love – mon amour….

It’s Valentines.

Je t’aime, je t’aime, je t’aime.

It was a beautiful encounter between us.  So fleeting, we almost missed it.

We met, looked, locked into each other’s emotions, minds, souls – fell madly, passionately, and intellectually in love – instantly.

It was a fascination – still is – always will be.

Later, much later – painfully late.

I open the door.

There was a huge bouquet of red – red – red Roses.

A note read:

“Je t’aime, je t’aime, je t’aime”.

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