My Valentine



Do you remember the National Express coach we caught together, separately? And travelled south on a warm May day as we merged into conversation on the motorway? It was no Devine Comedy the 12 years that followed, but oh the early months were bliss.
Do you remember how one sizzling summer evening our neighbours finished their alfresco dinner party in stunned silence when we forgot to shut the sash? Do you remember…?

That was the year I bought you expensive chocolates, and bunches of flowers, and a soppy romantic card, and got you sexy lingerie
for our first Valentine.

I didn’t need a commercial Love fest to express what I felt for you. I told to you every day,
I love you,
until the words stuck in my throat and I choked on every syllable, coughing them out with broken teeth and blood cut by every wound inflicted in the…

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About malekmontag

I am a writer and a wage-slave, and proud father of George Giraffe. I live in the UK, but I exist everywhere. My first stories were published this year (2016) in Short Stories and Tall Tales (Atla Publishing). Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15. My Work is also available on
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