When we were young, we marked days in conventional ways. Cards, candy, flowers. No occasion passed unnoticed. Each had a weight, solid and palpable. the weight of expectation.Valentines had a greater weight than all other occasions put together.
Deep in our hope chests was the magic wish that our special person would suddenly realize the feelings he/she had for us and make a heroic gesture of communication.
We wanted The Words. Words that had never been spoken before. Words that weighed more than platinum. Words that fed our hearts.
If we didn't get words, we accepted other gestures. Soon, we equated receiving things with affection and communication. But, we still hunger for words and communion.