I never actually meant for this to happen but I seem to have acquired a lot of lovers over the years. Because I was born with the name Valentine I suppose I have always taken it for granted and Valentine's Day itself has never seemed particularly special. But this morning I received an email from a friend in Cambodia and he mentioned that he rather liked having a real Valentine to write to on Valentine's Day. I thought that was rather sweet. He also said he thought it was appropriate that someone named Valentine should write such fine romance.
The thing is I don't think of myself as a “romance writer.” I admit I write love stories, among other kinds of stories, and,consequently, I've accumulated rather a lot of lovers over the years. So, in honor of Valentine's Day, I had some of my lovers make a Valentine to post here. Please excuse Zeke but he insisted that he loves Maggie every bit as much as Gabe does and he loves Gabe every bit as much as Maggie does (he also loves everybody else even though he hasn't met them.)
Right now I am in the midst of writing another story that involves a pair of lovers and, as I always do, I'm falling in love with them. For me it is the beautiful, aching, tender vulnerability that people open themselves to when they love someone and let that someone love them back. It is a difficult thing to write about but that is what makes the writing of it so seductive.
So today on Valentine's Day my lovers and I wish you love and tenderness and joy. Happy Valentine's Day.
Thanks for reading.