Valentines Day Hearts
“Who said that?”
“Somebody said “My Love” to me. I heard it.”
"Oh! Yes! that was me. I think you should be my love"
“Who are you? Where are you?”
“I’m here on the shelf in front of you. See the little heart that says: “My Love”
“All I see is a bag of those crappy, chalky heart candies.”
“Yup that’s me. You say the nicest things my love. Be Mine”
“I called you crappy and chalky and you say “Be Mine?”
“Well that’s nice of you to say after the way I have spoken to you. And truthfully, I can count on one hand those who have ever said “Love You” to me.”
“Yes the world can be a difficult place. “Cute Guy”
Now that IS a first. I have never been called cute before. It makes me happy to hear it though.
I wish I could. Your voice sounds nice. But I can’t just hug a bag of candy.
“Ditto on the kissing. Besides, I have never kissed anyone but my mom and she died when I was little. It would help if I could see you.”
Why thank you! My mother once told me I had beautiful dark eyes. I had forgotten until now.
“What? You mean hold you as a bag of candies?”
“Okay, I feel a little silly, but here goes.”
“Hmmmmmm…your hands are warm. They feel good on the hard edges of my hearts”
“Thanks but, now what?”
“No woman has ever said that to me. It makes me feel a bit giddy.”
“Now cut that out! I have certainly never been anyone’s “sweet baby”
“I’m tempted, I really am. I can’t believe this is happening.”
“Okay, okay, I’ll buy you and take you home and we can talk some more there, sheesh.”
“Yeah, yeah, hearts forever, let’s go.”
“Ok Mildred, he’s gone. You can come out for a break. Nice going! That’s the 63rd bag of those crappy hearts we’ve sold today.