I didn’t tell him the truth…that I’d fallen hopelessly and irrevocably in love with him on Valentine’s Day. But the fact is, I think he fell in love with me that night too, although he’ll never, ever admit it. I can’t prove it, but I’m pretty sure about it, really.
Because the next Valentine’s Day, the two of us tied the knot, and the boutonnières he picked out for us to wear in our tuxes… were pink roses.