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I hadn't thought twice about Valentine's Day until Elio.
It was fair that I hadn't, I thought, because Valentine's Day wasn't the sort of thing I had needed to consider when I lived in London and especially not when I lived on Peter's Island. I understood the concept of it, even if some of the girls at school rolled their eyes and insisted it was too commercialized, but it didn't strike me that I ought to get something for Eddie until Elio asked what my plans were.
I had no plans. That was my plan.
But he made me realize that wasn't a plan at all. I didn't know if Eddie expected me to do anything special, but I wanted to, even if I didn't know what special really meant for Valentine's Day. Commercials on television and ads on social media on my phone led me to believe it was meant to be dinner and jewelry, but I didn't think Eddie would want a diamond necklace. A special dinner might be nice, though.
I was prepared to ask Elio. Waiting for him at the mall, I had my phone in my hand, but I was staring at a display of brightly coloured stuffed animals, all of them holding hearts or roses in their fluffy paws.
It was fair that I hadn't, I thought, because Valentine's Day wasn't the sort of thing I had needed to consider when I lived in London and especially not when I lived on Peter's Island. I understood the concept of it, even if some of the girls at school rolled their eyes and insisted it was too commercialized, but it didn't strike me that I ought to get something for Eddie until Elio asked what my plans were.
I had no plans. That was my plan.
But he made me realize that wasn't a plan at all. I didn't know if Eddie expected me to do anything special, but I wanted to, even if I didn't know what special really meant for Valentine's Day. Commercials on television and ads on social media on my phone led me to believe it was meant to be dinner and jewelry, but I didn't think Eddie would want a diamond necklace. A special dinner might be nice, though.
I was prepared to ask Elio. Waiting for him at the mall, I had my phone in my hand, but I was staring at a display of brightly coloured stuffed animals, all of them holding hearts or roses in their fluffy paws.
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"Ignore all that," I say, waving the phone away. "It's all very commercialized, but you don't have to celebrate it how people say. It's not about boxed chocolates and diamond necklaces. It's about romance. Celebrating your relationship, in whatever way that means for you."
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"I don't know what it means for me," I admitted as I tucked my phone into my pocket and then turned away from the toys. "I would like to do something special for Eddie, but everything that seems special doesn't seem like something he and I would do together."
I had saved up a lot of money, seeing little need to spend it except where the Home told me I ought to. I took Eddie out on dates, but that was the extent of my spending. Maybe I could take him somewhere we wouldn't otherwise be able to afford.
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“Hey, if you do things together and enjoy them, they’re special,” I tell him. “Special doesn’t always mean fancy.”
We walk through the mall and I stop in front of a jewelry store, peering at cufflinks, collar stays, and watches. My nose wrinkles a bit, because I’m not sure how to possibly top the ring I got him for Hanukkah. The answer won’t be found in another jewelry store, I’m sure.
“I’ve never spent Valentine’s Day with anyone either,” I admit, finally letting my own nerves show a little. “It’ll be my first one with Oliver. We both showed up the day before it last year but, well, it was sort of a disaster. We weren’t together then.”
I turn to him with a helpless shrug. “I want this one to be special, but I’m kind of lost too.”
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"Maybe you should just make him a nice dinner," I suggested. I didn't have access to a private place like they did, I wouldn't be able to do the same thing for Eddie, but it sounded nice. "Something quiet and private to counter... whatever disaster happened last year."