One day it knows to catch up with one...


HE.
it was Valentines Day. The house was quiet and cold. The kids taken to school . A very efficient and reliable wife he had. He had never placed emphasis on Valentines Day...thinking it to be nothing more than a commercial ploy for people to spend... dig deep in their wallets in the hope of appeasing their guilt of not acknowledging their other half more regularly. Yet. This year. He wished he had been a romantic. He wished he had taken the time to buy a flower or two, even taken the time to give a special hug, a hug longer. Would it have made a difference. Would she have woken him up with a cup of coffee. A kiss. A hug.... acknowledged him as something more than a body that slept next to him in the bed....if only he knew how to rekindle what he knew they had.

SHE.
It was Valentines Day. She had been up early. Kids taken to school the day planned till tonight. She had never cared for Valentines too much... they were having guests over for dinner. He was an excellent father, a solid provider. She had loved him so deeply...she wondered what that felt like for she simply felt numb at present , forgotten to appreciate anything about him. so busy keeping the cogs at home going. She looked at herself in the rear view mirror, noticing she hadn't even bothered to comb her hair. How she had forgotten about herself. If only she knew how to rekindle what they had.

RB.