For those of you who are interested, I have significantly revised my story
Valentine's Day Card - Another View
https://literotica.com/s/valentine-s-day-card-another-view
based on many of the comments I received. The story below is a short, fun variation on the same theme. I sincerely hope you enjoy the story.
Regarding spelling and grammar, I rely on Microsoft
Word
for spelling. For grammar, I have not found an available editor.
NOTE:
There is
no sex
in the story. The male character is
not
a former SAS/Green Beret/Navy Seal/CIA assassin. The female character is
not
a heartless bitch. She is modeled on a real person.
Janie's Card
Janie and I had been married for a little over five years. To say they were the happiest five years of my life is a profound understatement. In most ways, our honeymoon never ended. She is still the adoring and affectionate girl I married.
We met in college. I never dreamt that a girl that beautiful would go out with me, much less become my wife. While I'm not a troll, I could never under any circumstances be even remotely considered as 'God's gift to women'. I'm short, five six to be exact, nearsighted, introverted...you get the point. While Janie is vivacious, effervescent, and drop-dead gorgeous. Imagine a petite blonde, brown-eyed Playboy centerfold with a 150 IQ. Yes, Janie is a genius as well beautiful.
In college, she attracted the really, REALLY handsome athletic types. She had a lot of first dates but not too many second ones. While friendly and charming, her intellect made her intimidating to most men, particularly those whose greatest assets were their looks. If you couldn't follow a conversation on Mozart, molecular genetics (her major), the maxims of La Rochefoucauld, or whether Poussin or Lorain was the better painter, you were far better off pursuing someone else. I was lucky. My early years were spent in an English boarding school where such topics, except for molecular genetics, were taught as opposed to anything remotely useful in making one's way through life. And, while not as smart as Janie, I have a talent for mathematics and economics and did manage a PhD in the latter.
One day I decided to leave work early. I went straight home, let myself in and heard noises that indicated physical exertion coming from our bedroom. As I entered, there was Janie lifting a recently packed and very full suitcase off of our bed. We were finally moving out of our small condominium to a four-bedroom house in preparation for starting our family.
When Janie saw me, she raced to me threw her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately saying "I am packing all the things that I can't trust to the movers; my better dresses, jewelry, wedding photos and the all the love letters you've sent me."
"Love letters? You saved the letters I sent?"
With her thousand-watt smile she said "Of course I did, silly! Those letters are the most valuable possession I have! If our house were on fire, those letters would be the first thing I would save. I take them out occasionally and reread them and when I do I feel myself falling in love with you all over again. I have every letter, every card and every note you've ever sent...even the ones you've sent with flowers with just our names and 'I love you' written on them."
"The first letter you sent was after our first date. We went to that very expensive restaurant. Most guys took me for pizza or burgers but you took me to an elegant dinner. I remember you telling me that even if I didn't like you by the end of the evening, at least I would have the memory of a nice dinner. That was really cute and so very thoughtful. I remember that we began dinner at seven that evening and we didn't leave until well after midnight. We talked and laughed together all that time. I think it was around nine that evening that I decided that I was going to seduce you."
