sucka MCs can call me sire 

Actually though, I’m the sucka. Or maybe turkey is more accurate.

See, today is Valentine’s day. One year after the Valentine’s day when I should have made my move. Emily wanted me to make a move. I’m was pretty sure of that. (I later learned she was definitely sure of that.) I wanted to make the move, because, you know… I had the feelings for her. It turns out she had the feelings for me, too.

Well, as anyone who knows me knows, I’m kinda a scared-y cat when it comes to making moves on the ladies.

So, I didn’t. Boo.

2006 would be another vday for both of us without a special boy/girl in our respective lives.

She would have to make the move which she did that night. She left the note in my coat pocket, then went home. I found it the next day. But again, I’m a turkey. So I didn’t reciprocate the move until the day after that (the 16th).

At least it happened before I moved away from Salt Lake City. That would be pretty tragic. So… Better late than never, right?

today is Valentine’s day. I have a wonderful girlfriend named emily. I woke up to find the story I just told written on 25 paper hearts all over the house, but from emily’s perspective. That’s pretty freaking sweet. This emily sure is a keeper.

To be continued…