It's official.
It started off with just a few words here and there. After all, they see each other every day. Messages and signals were being sent, some more subtle than others. There were problems, too. He was playing the field, trailing along a few broken hearts.
Then came Valentine's Day, that infamous holiday. There was a surprise turn of events. He had chosen her.
I only found out the details later, because all I got was a hint in a note.
Be still my petit cœur tout mou . . . .
