“I don’t understand,” said
Missy, sitting at her father’s feet. “I loved Mike so much, but now he’s gone.”
She was utterly devastated.
“I know,” replied her father,
caressing her long hair. “I am so sorry, Missy.”
“How could Mike have died like
that, just before Valentine’s Day?”
Missy, a sixteen year old, had
been with her boyfriend in the hospital when he suddenly died of leukemia.
Theirs had been a perfect match. Even Missy’s parents agreed.
“Life is not always fair,” said
her father, knowing that anything he said might go in one ear and out the
other.
“Love is a wildly misunderstood
although highly desirable malfunction of the heart which weakens the brain,
causes eyes to sparkle, cheeks to glow, blood pressure to rise and the lips to
pucker.”
“Weakens the brain?”
Missy could not help but smile
at her father’s words.
Just then, the front doorbell
chimed.
“I wonder who that is,” her
father said, as he answered the door.
“I have a delivery for Missy,”
said a young man, wearing a black and white tuxedo. “I am supposed to give this
to her in person.”
Missy heard his words. As she
opened the Valentine handed to her, she found a gold ring with a tiny ruby.
“Missy, I cannot be with you on
Valentine’s Day. I am so sorry. I have appointed Cupid as my messenger. Please
accept this ring, along with a dozen roses and a box of chocolates, as my gift
to you. Know that love never dies. It is eternal. I promise to love you
forever, Mike.”
“Have a happy Valentine’s Day,
Missy,” said the young man.
“Daddy,” said Missy, as she
watched the delivery truck from the floral shop heading down the street. Huge
tears poured down her cheeks. “Mike didn’t forget.”
“It was the right thing to do,”
thought her father, as he held her
close.
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