Love

Just as I thought to myself, "if he doesn't walk into this restaurant in the next 5 minutes we are getting in the car and driving off" , in he walks, turning heads with my dozen red roses.
This emotional roller coaster of, well, mutual guilt, is only one part of what keeps the flames of love alive.
(it's hard to lay guilt trips on someone whose reason for being flaky is saving other people from pain)

10 years on and I'm still a sucker for a bunch of roses.

He's not that bad really.

Happy Valentines Day everyone.