Gay Valentines Day Cards นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Eric's tone flipped fast. "Babe, what are you saying? We're married—what's mine is yours, what's yours is mine." I smirked. "That card was for your parents. They're gone, so I shut it down. Problem?" His eyes darted. "I... I was buying you a Valentine's gift. Picked the wrong card, that's all." I leaned in, all fake surprise. "Aww, that's so thoughtful! But I already have that bag. I like this new one instead—buy me that."

I close my eyes, hoping to sleep away Valentine's Day. -Later... around lunchtime…- I roll over and feel something poking at my stomach. I reach down and pull out two other cards. I am nearly ready to chuck them in the waste bin when I notice one is from San Francisco. Talu. I open the envelope and find a kid's valentine, the kind that’s smaller than an index card, and it's got a goofy-looking dog on it. On the back it says: What would you get if you crossed a dog with a valentine's card? A card that says, "I love you drool-ly!"

Valentine. Vote❤️ Love, Lexi

In my right hand, a very expensive bottle of champagne, his favourite as well, which, I chuckled to myself, left me a little broke. I walked down the hallway of Montague tech, and then pressed the elevator button that would take me to the floor of my boyfriend's office. Today was Valentine's Day and I was going to propose to my boyfriend of three years. I know he was the one that was traditionally meant to propose to me, but he was pretty indecisive, and we had soulmate energy. Why wait any longer when we could tie the knot now? And knowing him, he'd be appreciative that I actually put my foot first, he'd say yes. We were too good together. I could feel it in my bones.

I returned her hug and smiled before departing for my home. I came across the gift store while I was on my way home. Should I get William a Valentine's Day gift? I went inside to get some ideas from seeing them while I was thinking about what I should buy and how I should give it to him. What will he like? Does he enjoy chocolates, greeting cards, or flowers? But these sound so girly, right? But a greeting card may be a good gift. It will be simple and cute too. I saw many greeting cards with cute quotes with creative designs. I took a card and read, "Love doesn't need definition. The only important thing in love is you and me." This card sounds like people who were already in love.

Period. Haven had woken up early today since it was a very special day for her and her boyfriend, James Cross. It was their 3rd anniversary. Despite being the young generation, she was not the modern girl who would just move in and out of relationships and barely thought of commitments. She was in love with James and had a stable relationship for an appreciable amount of time. She always looked forward to their future as a young married couple, good parents, and growing old together with James.

I looked at him, a little surprised. After a beat, I chuckled. "You had three days, and that's the answer you came up with? Is that supposed to be a joke?" Samuel didn't answer me. Instead, he took out a beautifully wrapped gift box. "Here's a belated Valentine's Day gift. I'm sorry, I cannot lose you."

So I showered, dressed in comfortable maternity clothes—a soft sweater that stretched over my growing bump, leggings that didn't constrict—and padded barefoot to the kitchen, where Isobel greeted me with a piece of paper thrust triumphantly into my hands. "I made you something," she announced, her grey eyes—Ronan's eyes, always Ronan's eyes—fixed on my face with that unnerving intensity. "It's for the Valentine's Day. Anya explained it. You give people things to show you like them." I looked down at the paper. A heart dominated the center, somewhat lopsided and definitely more red crayon than white space. Above it, in wobbly capitals: HAPPY VALENTIMES DADY'S GIRLFREND. Below it, five stick f

I read one out loud. “With this, you are allowed unlimited kisses.” I then looked down and saw that it had an expiration date. 12/31/9999. I laughed. “Cute.” She smiled. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” I looked over more of the laminated pieces. One said with this, you are entitled to two massages per week. I raised my eyebrow when I got to the next one. “With this, you may sneak into my room anytime?” I tilted my head to the side.

She picked it up and pulled out the card. On the front was a beautiful sunset over a mountain lake. Inside was a poem that was at least twelve layers of cheesiness. Riffraff must have agreed because he wrote gag at the bottom. On the blank side of the card was a note in his handwriting. *Pack a bag for us and be ready to go by two. Your Valentine, Riff*