Last Friday, I got a package.  It was addressed just to me.  And it was from my Valentine.

I have had the same Valentine for about 10 years now, someone who is so thoughtful and considerate.  I got so giddy when I saw the handwriting, cause it is a dead giveaway on who it is.  Isn’t the packaging great?

Someone who knows that I love candy, and chocolate, and the cute little candy shop at the University Village in Seattle.  And who has always remembered me during this silly holiday.  Of course, I don’t think it is silly when there is chocolate involved, and yogurt covered pretzels, and all other sorts of goodness.  Then I take it all very serious.

Ten years, I have been rubbing my tongue raw with these wonderfully sour hearts.  I don’t like to share these.

Thanks, Khanh, for always remembering me.