It is a good thing that my husband doesn’t read my blog because when I woke up on this Valentine morning my thoughts were not about him.
Now before I hear a collective gasp let’s be honest memories just pop up these days. Triggered by a stray sound, smell, colour or even the taste of a certain food or wine.
An old movie on TV last night sent me back in time, to someone I loved and even though I like to share some things on this blog he will not be one of them.
It is sufficient to say that it has the makings of a chapter in a good memoir; it was a different time, a different country and this is why my mind was wondering, was it a different me?
Does the young woman in love grow up and mature or is she still inside us?
Not sure that I have the answer, I do know that on this Valentine Day I just want to remember her.