4 years ago on this day the woman I had been seeing and I decided that it just wouldn't work, after the only Valentine's Day that stands out in a myriad of romantic moments...

...learning not so long ago that the same lady, not long married, is going through a divorce and chatting recently with a friend prompted me to "remember" that most special day.

I remember knee deep perfect bowls high in the Colorado Rockies.

I remember laughs and cuddles, and stolen lift line kisses, before the dance of entwining lines carved our play across a pristine slope.

I remember her impish grin when she said “trust me, it’s a surprise”.

I remember the stamp of horses in the snow, and the taut snap of the traces as they pulled against the sleigh.

I remember snuggling under the blanket, her lithely muscled form firm against mine as we shared warmth.

I remember kissing her because I could, because I wanted to, and because it kept our lips warm.

I remember the sparkling glint from blue eyes, as she laughed at the knowledge of the evening she had planned.

I remember that light evening dusting of snow that tickles at the skin as it teases you on its way to earth, and gently drapes you in a veil of soft powder.

I remember stars in numbers that let you know that the world was miles away.

I remember the warmth of a mountain cabin, hot food, cold wine and the laughter of new friends.

I remember the sleeping feelings of contentment as fingers entwined beneath a blanket and her head on my shoulder…a gentle kiss to the top of her head we returned to the world.

I remember thinking it couldn’t get any better…

I remember that it did.

I remember the mattress in front of the fire.

I remember the slow dance as layers were shed.

I remember raining kisses as soft as the snow falling outside…

…I remember making slow passionate love with a woman who was for 2 years my world.

With a smile I remember a second frantic need that gave way too and lead to a third, that of slow caresses of lovers who have the time and desire to savour each other.

And I remember the only Valentines Day I have had worth remembering…

And if I am honest she is my Amy, she is the one I let get away. Which is not to say that I pine for her, that I lay awake thinking of her, but like most people until a newer connection eclipses the old and we are introduced to our "one" we all dwell in memories made, not those to be created.

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