This story is somewhat of a secret and I don’t think the fellow stakeholder would be too pleased about me revealing this to the world. But here it is anyway!
For as long I can remember, I haven’t been a Valentine’s day-ey person. The extra mush, the fretting over making Valentine’s Day plans, the pathetic depression the single people around you spiral into from not having a date on V-Day, it all managed to make me an ‘anti-Valentine’! Then again, I’ve always disliked stereotypes.
Luckily enough for me, I met my boyfriend (now fiancé) who was cut out from the same cloth, at least when it came to this. After we met, we battled a lot of odds before deciding to be together. And then one day, we decided not to fight it anymore and be together because it’s what we wanted. I say this, not to make you feel sappy or romantic but because the implication of the decision taken that day is what is till today, our anniversary date. As this happened I looked at the clock. And it was 11.55 pm on the 13th of February!
I pointed this out to him and we were so relieved that we wouldn’t be turning into one of those couples who would be sweating their socks off trying to make Valentine’s Day special! Oh but wait, there’s a twist in the story.
It wasn’t until 2 days after that I realised that the clock in that room was about 7 minutes slow. Oh, the irony of it all! We were going to be one of the couples that had to be part of the heart-shaped candy-box horror! And that’s when we decided, there’s nothing wrong in living 7 minutes ago!
13th February is, in its own little way, our form of being rebels.
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