On the topic of the hour

This morning I was thinking about the tedious expectation of Valentine's Day, in that the best gifts I've ever received were an utter surprise and so how could anything that happens today feel truly transcendent? Last night I was listening to a song a man once recorded for me, after I mentioned that I liked it but wished it were different in a specific way. And of course, who could forget the office of remote giving, as I used to affectionately call it? A few minutes ago I was going through my jewelry and found a card at the bottom, sent by a faraway friend with a pair of stockings from Tokyo embroidered with cartoonish stitches, and so I scanned it above as it charms me all over again every time I come across it. It's one sentence scrawled on the back of a business card, and says, May you always bear the scars of my affection. Indeed.