Unlike the last one, this one..... I felt shouldn't merely be lumped away as a 'simple Valentine's Day' moment. It's merely being accented by it.
As this is of the absolutely few moments wherein I could say I was genuinely entertained with the mere notion of taking a moment out of my schedule wherein the matter of rest is tantamount to blasphemy and enjoy someone's company over tea. Nothing out of the ordinary, and yet so memorable as finding a secluded spot near a window during the rain to sit within the presence of someone who's company I've come to enjoy with the simple action of having to exist. Something that I've found monumental that someone I've barely been able to speak with given the limitless spiral of things on my mind and things I've to do, is that she's still somehow managed to carve some space in my memory to consistently remain a beautiful one.
I have to concede such as something that, although I can't understand it, isn't unwelcome.