My Funny Valentine

To say the flowers were a surprise is the understatement of the year (so far at least, it's only February...). I was surprised when I woke up from a Sunday afternoon nap to find that I had a voicemail from a local florist. At first I assumed that they had the wrong number, but lo and behold, she said she had flowers for me. So I called back all intrigued. Seeing as how I have been single for awhile I thought perhaps they were from mum. But she doesn't really send flowers for holidays, and it definitely wasn't from dad. So I called back. It was 5:15pm on a Sunday and I was pretty sure the flower shop would be closed. Fortunately they were still open. They couldn't deliver the flowers as they were closing soon, so we made arrangements for them to deliver them on Monday. But I had to know. I wouldn't be able to sleep if I didn't know who they were from. I'm pretty sure they were from him. I was floored. In a good way, mind you. Last year sometime (either the end of summer of early fall), I wrote to him. Because I missed him.

We used to be really good friends and we talked all the time and he was just the sweetest guy. So I made a last ditch effort. I hadn't heard from him in a few years and I had probably moved three times since then. Any e-mails I had sent were bounced back. I wrote him a letter letting him know that I missed him and it had been awhile and updated him on where I was and what I was doing. I didn't know if the address was still valid, but nothing I had sent there had ever been returned, so I was hoping for the best. I didn't hear anything. So I let it be (definitely wise words from the Beatles). Until today. I can't even be sure they are from him, but I'm 90% sure they are. The card said he missed me too. But that was it. Not a lot to go on, but I don't have many ex-boyfriends. And this is definitely his style.