Hallucination (2) " The Valentine Hallucination"

After 10 years of anticipation, 10 years of yearning. Iam finally celebrating valentine ! Good God, Yes Iam. Since I was 17 , I have been dreaming and day dreaming of celebrating valentine. I still remember how mesmerized i was standing in those gift shops, with all those fancy cards, teddy bears, hearts and all other red coloured items, imaginning what i was to buy if i was going to celebrate. I remember how envious i was seeing guys and girls wrapping gifts in the most creative ways with colourful gift boxes , glitter, candies and perfumes. But it wasn't all just about the presents or not going out to classy,cool places for candle lit dinner. It was the solitude that came along with it. The emotional depriviation. Desperately wanting to feel loved. What valentine did was just remind me of how lonely i was, what it did was augment my solitude. Year after year i would just say "maybe next year" till i got sick of moanning and complainning. Finally i gave up and lost hope. And as Edward Norton says in fight club " loosing hope is total freedom".


After 3 years of forgetting about the whole thing, being absorbed into work,becoming the successful high profile career woman and hanging out with my girl friends on valentine's day celebrating how free, unattached single women we are. Thinking how immature, uncool and quite gross valentine's day is. Seeing all the teenagers carrying flowers and hearts made me just want to puke on how stupid and shallow those teenagers are. The romantic dreamer of my person seems to have sublimed into the air. Lost in a chasm of prolonged depriviation. It was then when he just showed up unexpectedly. Indeed it was a miracle!


When he said the word i've been longing to feel and not just hear " I love You " I was totally speechless.The only thing I had echoing in my mind " Is my emotional depreviation finally over?" I thought the question was pulsating in my brain obviously that he could hear it. When he asked that his love was certainly to end by tying the knot i remained speechless. Believe me the wierdest feeling ever, is that you get when your totally, supremely skeptical about something and this something happens.


That's our first valentine together. We have been married now for 6 months. Honestly everyday being with him is valentine, it's so divine and heavenly beyond belief. And Iam going to celebrate the real valentine too. daddddddddddaadaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!! We didn't talk about any arrangments, he didn't even mention anything. Never mind if he thinks he is grown up then let it be I will arrange everything and Iam going too far with my arrangements.
I took valentine a dayoff. Of course everyone at work was winking, smirking and gossiping. A dayoff at valentine is not just a coincidence is it?? I woke up in the morning by a gentle kiss on my cheeks and a " happy valentine sweetheart". Nothing more! That was it for him! In fact I was quite disappointed but iam not going to be turned off, still Iam heading with my plans.


I didn't tell him i was off today, I didn't want him to smell rats that something is going on and because he usually left to work before i did everything seemed perfect. I had a shower, dressed and stuffed my wallet with all the cash available and my credit card. I was going to spend a fortune and rock the world before he was back at 7pm. The first few hours of the day in the busy coiffeur was the annoying part and then comes the fun part, the shopping spree. I bought lots and lots of helium balloons all heart shape of different sizes and shades of red. Around a dozen of Vanilla, lavander and strawberry scented candles and cinnamon oil massage for the stimulating relaxing massage i was intending to give him. At the florist I bought lots of roses, daisies and lilies. All stuffed in the car trunk waiting for the blast. I headed to the mall, as what was the day like without some sexy red lingerie, perhaps a heart shaped red thong or so. He is in for a treat. I didn't forget to buy him a new sexy brick red boxer too.


Back at home there was too much work to do. For instance cooking. My menu was simple. Pasta, a couple of salads, soup, steak and for dessert, a pink icing glazed heart shape strawberry cake. Mouth watering i suppose. After i was done with the menu. I fragmented the flowers, spreading the petals all over our bed, the sofas, the floor the tables, everywhere. The helium balloons where everywhere. The vanilla scented candles were set up in our bedroom. The lavander in the reception and the strawberry in the kitchen. With low voulme salsa music in the background i was done. I Dressed my red sexy skirt , black lacy top and high heels. Way to go girl, your drop dead gorgoeus. After pouting in the mirror with my lurex red lips and winking at my red nail polish i sat in the dim light waiting for him.


Finally he appeared to find the lady in red lying on the sofa with all the soothing aroma and the exquisite setting. We dissloved in a long kiss and a hug to know that he had in mind that we were going to Alexandria for the night and he had already reserved a room overlooking the sea in a hotel over there. Well I would leave the rest of the evenning events for your imagination but trust me how far you can go and how vivid you could be. You can never imagine how magnificant, spectacular was this night.