Turn Up The AC

Valentine's Day

February 13, 2021 AC Fischer, Alexis Arralynn Season 1 Episode 63
Turn Up The AC
Valentine's Day
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Turn Up The AC
Valentine's Day
Feb 13, 2021 Season 1 Episode 63
AC Fischer, Alexis Arralynn

On February 15 of last year, I wrote this episode for my one true love Alexis. She managed to give me everything I needed, on a day that used to leave me feeling overlooked, forgotten, ignored, and unappreciated. Valentine's Day will always be a reminder of her love for me...

Special thanks to Alexis Arralynn for encouraging me to write...

Be sure to check out my other podcasts When The Bough Breaks and What I Like About You...

If you'd like to record your own episode of Turn Up The AC, send me an email to find out how [email protected]...

Thanks to itsjustnikia for introducing this episode!

Support the show (https://www.buymeacoffee.com/acfischerpod)

Show Notes Transcript

On February 15 of last year, I wrote this episode for my one true love Alexis. She managed to give me everything I needed, on a day that used to leave me feeling overlooked, forgotten, ignored, and unappreciated. Valentine's Day will always be a reminder of her love for me...

Special thanks to Alexis Arralynn for encouraging me to write...

Be sure to check out my other podcasts When The Bough Breaks and What I Like About You...

If you'd like to record your own episode of Turn Up The AC, send me an email to find out how [email protected]...

Thanks to itsjustnikia for introducing this episode!

Support the show (https://www.buymeacoffee.com/acfischerpod)

After our first weekend together, I found one of your Starburst candies in my bag. I still have it, almost a year later. I kept it because I wasn’t sure if we’d ever see each other again, so every little reminder of you became hugely important to me. I know I showed you that I still have it with a few other precious belongings but I didn’t expect that you’d remember.

When I got sad last summer, you asked if there was anything you could cook me that would cheer me up. I asked for cotton candy. You didn’t get annoyed by that – or by the fact that I was too cheap to pay more than a dollar for it on that shopping trip, or any of the ones that followed.

I told you last March that I’d never been with anyone who saw the romance in keeping a photo album of just the two of us. Nobody remembers details like that, especially after so long.

When I came home yesterday, I wasn’t expecting anything – even though it was Valentine’s Day. I knew I’d be with you. I was seriously OK with that. Obviously you were not.

You told me that you’d gotten something for me. Nothing much, you said. Just something small, you said...

You know I’m sentimental, and that a card would have been enough. Literally any card. You managed to find the perfect card, though. You wrote the perfect words in it too. I’ll keep it forever... I hope you know that.

Reading the card was difficult, beautiful. Reading the card was also difficult because of all the tears. I knew there was a gift bag to get to. I knew that I was supposed to open it but it seemed like too much. Like I said, a card (especially that card) would have been enough. 

I only opened it because I didn’t want you to feel like it wasn’t important to me.

“Oh my God” 

When I looked inside the bag, the first thing I saw was a sleeve of Starburst candies. Maybe nobody else could understand why that would be so special to me but you did. I took it out and held it. I felt like I was holding the most precious treasure in the whole world. It wasn’t a package of candy – it was so much more. 

Next I saw two tubs of cotton candy. You knew it would make me happy. You also knew that I wasn’t willing to pay more than a dollar to get it for myself. This wasn’t just a case of you indulging my childish craving. My happiness is important to you, and the cotton candy showed me that you’d make sure I had the things I needed even if I was too stubborn to get them for myself.

Last, I saw the photo album. Before you’d even said anything, I knew it was empty. I knew that the real gift was going to be filling it with memories. Our memories. This wasn’t just a gift. This was a promise.