A woman realizes no love is wrong.
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Anna walked through the house. Every empty room, still reminded her of Lars. She’d loved him from the time she was sixteen and their marriage was arranged. Although she knew it was not common for such marriages to be happy, theirs was.
It had been two years since his fatal heart attack and she still missed him. The children had come and taken the furniture and other keepsakes they wanted. The rest had been sold or given away.
Now it was time to sell the house, while keeping the memories. Her eldest had tried to convince her to move in with them, but Anna knew that would be a mistake, just as it had been for her and Lars to move in with his parents. After two years of sharing cramped space and differences of opinion, she and Lars had made the decision to immigrate to Canada.
Although it hadn’t been easy, they soon had the land cleared and their sturdy farmhouse built. And all that time, Lars had insisted on giving her gifts.
At first, it was flowers picked from their own fields and a kiss. As they became more prosperous, Lars had insisted on heart shaped boxes of chocolate and a single red rose. Many times she had tried to get him to stop with the chocolates and for two years, he got a card instead to go with the rose.
But soon he was back to chocolates. Finally, Anna just accepted with a smile and a big kiss and shared the candy with the kids and then the grandkids. When the roses faded, she dropped them into the compost heap.
She was soon standing outside a closed door, the only one in the house that was. Her husband’s den. Anna took a deep breath and opened it. As everywhere else, it seemed empty.
Except for two cartons she found in the empty closet. Puzzled, Anna dragged them out. As she opened the first one, she was astounded to see it filled with heart-shaped candy boxes.
What had Lars been thinking to hoard such useless things? She riffled through both boxes, counting as she went. There were twenty in all. As she did, Anna felt something shift inside each one.
She began to open the candy boxes. Each one was filled to the brim with slips of paper! She read several and realized they were all the notes she’d ever written to Lars!
Some were from his lunchbox, others were ones she’d left on the door or table if she went out somewhere and he wasn’t home. There were even the love notes she always put beside his plate when she made him his favorite breakfast on Valentine’s Day! He’d saved them all!
Incredibly, she could smell roses on the notes. Among the boxes, were desiccated flowers that she realized were roses! He’d pulled them from compost!
Anna’s eyes filled with tears. She’d always been pragmatic; a believer that everyday acts showed more love than special gifts. Lars, however had ever had a more romantic viewpoint and it showed in his insistence on giving her gifts.
As she sifted through the notes, she noticed the Lars had written something on each one, under her words. Mostly it was the date, but the Valentine ones all had something loving on them.
Never much of a talker, her beloved husband was the strong, silent type. But seeing the added lines under hers touched to the heart. Not one to hang onto things like notes or dried flowers, Anna knew that this time, she would keep the cartons.
As she carried the boxes to her car and put them in the trunk, Anna had an idea. She would put the notes in acid free scrapbooks, so she could keep them more neatly. This would be something to do in her new apartment in Castle Arms when she moved into it after the house sold.
She’d keep a couple of the heart shaped boxes, punch holes in the lids and fill them with the dried rose petals that Lars had put in the cartons. She smiled as she drove to the hotel to meet her kids for dinner.