Day one
Dear “Secret Valentine,”
Upon waking, I knew it would be a wonderful day. I enjoyed a peaceful morning, and ensured that I left enough time before class so that I could go downstairs and fill my cup with tea. I even took sincere care in picking just the right herbal combination from my tea box. As I began to walk through the double doors, something caught my eye. What once was a starch-white wall was now occupied by a most unusual thing. Hanging on the wall adjacent to my room was a picture frame filled with smiles and a beautiful lyric, Hanging from it’s spine was a most gorgeous letter. Twine tied around the delicate paper, holding it in place, and a seal of deep red beckoned me to open it. “For your eyes only...” It was a secret! Feeling quite like a little princess, I looked around the hall (as if I would find a clue as to who this was from.) Perhaps this was an incredible birthday present from an incredible friend...?
I let out a squeal of excitement, and set my books and tea cup down, exchanging them for the antiqued letter on the wall. Oh, how the words melted my heart! And yes... I did smile. The signature, however, was foreign to me. My Secret Valentine? We hadn’t even begun the festivities... What could this be? Needless to say, I spent my “tea time” being dazzled by your poetic genius. And I must say, it was a fair trade...
So, my dear Secret Valentine, I write this letter on behalf of my gratitude, excitement, and even my thrill. I am sure these act of sweetness cannot compare to the grandure of the bestower.
Leah Gerth
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