Behind The Mirror

Valentine’s Day. I know our kind doesn’t usually hold much with the old mortal ceremonies and such but I find myself, again, staring at the calendar, which is getting to be a disturbing trend. T’s been gone for a couple of days visiting with her friend, but she insisted she would be back for Valentine’s Day saying she has something special for me. I had actually planned something for her too. She has always wanted to have the city at her feet and Vic arranged to reserve the deck up on top of McMaster’s Place Tower for us. Just us with the world at our feet and no wandering eyes.

When T had not appeared by the time I was up and around, I figured they were having such a good time she wanted to stay on and that’s okay. She needs her fun, she’s had a rough year. However, despite my casual words, here I am, another number on the calendar mocking me. I do not suppose I need a special day to let her know how I feel, but it seemed fitting. I do not say it , but I hope she knows. And not that she will ever see this but it also seems fitting that I say it here first as my life is in these pages.

I love you T…hurry home.