The first time I wrote it she came home so excited about it. Twice this year I forgot to write it (once on purpose). Whenever I do, L tells me I forgot to put the note in her lunch.
The funny part is related to my own memory. When I was 13, my dad had been buying my mom and I Valentine's flowers. That year I was ungrateful so the next year, I didn't get any flowers. Oh how I cried. I loved the flowers and told my dad. From then on, I have received flowers every Valentine's Day. So even though L doesn't tell me every day she likes the note, the days I forget and she notices is good enough for me.
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