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[center]My favourite Valentine's day[/center]
In my life was only one unique Valentines day, deserving its name. The fourth class. Southern California. I loved Lory for two years (Two years I am in love in Lory), the angelic essence living on the other party of the street. A situation is complex enough. In the company of friends I strew with acuteness when I speak with Lory, my words are similar to low. And though she is always affable with me, she seems to me does not divide my ardent, feelings.
All becomes clear in the Valentine's day. On the road from a stop up to house Lory speaks: "I have something for you". She takes out the big red envelope from a portfolio, vanities (brings) it to me, in my hands and escapes.
I rush into the room cautiously I open an envelope and I find a card made of a red paper with sparkling asterisks and hearts. Graceful handwriting Lory has written: "I love you". Having read a card thirty or forty times, I hide her in a case.
Probably we with Lory were now are married, if not my senior brother. It has found a card and has shown its all guys. It has strongly affected our attitudes with Lory.
Soon my father has declared, that we move to Alaska. I could not imagine myself how I shall live there without shiny smile Lory. But I could not change anything.
Sometimes it seemed to me, that it is not bslutely normal - to search for that which you loved in the fourth class. But I trusted, that if once there was a novel should remain though any feelings. But when I managed to get Lory address, it has seemed to me already frightening real information. Whether it is necessary to risk one of the most expensive memoirs then to be disappointed?
I wrote the letter all the day and have sent it in the same evening. A day later the bell was distributed. We talked the whole hour. In conversation she has mentioned the work, about the husband and two sons. She has agreed to meet at restaurant next week.
But when I have come to restaurant, I was informed, that Lory called and asked to tell, that she can come only in an hour. Lorys delay was for me something like postponing. It would be not bad to have a few time to concentrate. I began to think out hundreds explanations why Lory is late. Should be, it had to work late. Probably, she could not find the nurse. Perhaps, she has quarrelled with the husband.
And suddenly I have understood, that already knew about Lory everything, that wanted. Nearby to restaurant I have found shop of a stationary and have bought an envelope and a beautiful card. I have written:
Lory.
I am confident, that we would lead wonderful evening, but, to tell the truth, everything, that I wanted to make, is to thank you for that card which you have presented me many years ago in the Valentine's day. Perhaps, it maybe was not so important for you, but in such gifts all is made good, that only is in this world. I never shall forget you for this.
At restaurant I have sealed an envelope the chastest kiss, have put it on our little table and have silently left.
