Tonight I tried prosecco for the first time.
We had take out. What we each wanted. Pizza. Shawarma and tabouleh. Cupcakes. Prosecco. Vodka and sprite. On the dinner table. We never eat there.
Had a cupcake roll down my back into my hair while I attempted downward facing dog doing yoga after 3 flutes of prosecco sans vêtements.
You could as well say it was my birthday with the amount of shit we talked.
It wasn’t about romance. It was about enjoying the company of my best friend. Who is also my lover. But more importantly my husband.
Oh what a fun night.
The romance is there. 12 years together, 3 years married. Screw taking one night to be overly sensual and “romantic”. At least I know it’s not forced.
I’m loved. I love. I’m in love. I’m appreciated. I appreciate. I give. I receive.
I love myself, therefore I can love another unconditionally.
Valentine’s Day isn’t for everyone and isn’t taken seriously by everyone. Love those who love you whether or not it is a romantic relationship. Know that you are loved and share the love.
I had fun tonight.