vid: The enchanting Buick Avenir
A wise man once told me, “If your girl loves you for your motorcar, you may want to rethink your girl.”
The sage said it in context, of course. I understood him. Women are inherently attracted to nice things. Women are, or can be, seduced by nice “things.” Most people, quite naturally.
And then there was you. You read my letters and the superficial, the material nature of this relentlessly capitalist world mattered little. A rarity, you.
Though they populated the clever TV commercials and the parking garage of your place of work, and the valet stalls of the various private parties you would attend, BMWs, Audis, Benzes and their euro/asian likes were never my aspiration—beautiful as they are.
I’ve never been a follower. Something about that characteristic you found attractive, mesmerizing even. A rarity, you. Do not for one moment believe I didn’t notice—and note it.
Remember when I told you I would be your Valentine when the time was truly destined, and that I’d someday arrive to your doorstep and sweep you away into the fairy tale that we both have harbored in our mutual souls?
I know you don’t love me for my motorcar. You loved me despite my not having one at all.
You loved me . . . for the sacredness of love. You loved me, thought of me, you longed for me and cared for me, you loved me quite simply and truthfully . . . for me.
Because you saw—in your mind’s, heart’s, and soul’s eye—that I was a reflection of your own being. You saw that my walk on this earth was a natural pace, stride, and gait with your own.
And that is why I am your and you are God-givenly my Valentine.
I’m coming to whisk you away in my motorcar. You won’t recognize the vehicle but certainly the navigator.
Because . . . I am, with all my heart, my very soul, with the very last breath I take . . .
. . . your Valentine.
I thank you.
Romance lives. -Rg2
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