Flash forward, 7 and half years. 1957, February. February 14th, exactly. We had been to high school twice since the war ended, and now it was time for a break. Only a little less than a year ago, in April, we graduated, Emmett and me for the third time, in Portland, Oregon. Finally, done for a while. I hated school. I really am too beautiful for my own good—I got hit on almost every week, and the days always dragged on. Lounging in the chaise of the new leather couch Esme had bought, I relished my lazy days of relaxing. Emmett walked up beside me, holding something behind him. Of course Valentines Day. I had forgotten for a while. Luckily, I've had his gift for months. I saw it shopping, and had to get it.

"I have something for you!" he was practically bouncing—so excited. I wondered what it could be. Edward didn't seem to know at first, but quickly, a shocked look crossed his face—good shock, I think. I hoped.

"Well, lemme see it!!" I shrieked excitedly. I went through a list in my head of what it could be…

"Here! I picked it out myself, when I went to New York…" he smiled, anticipating my reaction. I tore open the silver paper, messily wrapped, a juxtaposition in every sense with what was underneath—my favorite shade of blue—Tiffany blue. Surely enough, when I took the rest of the paper off, the silver "Tiffany & Co." was inscribed across the front. Not being able to wait any longer whilst I admired the box itself, Emmett slowly opened the lid. My hand went to my mouth immediately. Nestled into the silken fabric, perfectly aligned, were two earrings. Diamonds, and two of the largest I had ever seen at that. Esme and Carlisle stood in the doorway, smiling. How did he know? I guess he figured that diamonds would be my favorite, or maybe we had spoken about it.

"What' do you think?" he wondered, already knowing surely. I didn't answer, but lept into his arms and kissed him feverously.

"Perfect" I whispered against his lips. I wondered how many karats they were…Edward answered my thoughts, scoffing.

"Six, total weight." My mouth dropped open. Even in my human life, I had never owned anything this nice before, nothing nearly as precious. I put them on, modeling them for my family.

"I'll give you mine now!" I jumped up and down. I knew he would love both parts.

"Hold on one second!" I ran upstairs to retrieve both gifts, into my closet for one, and the storage room for the other. It was hard to tell which he would like better—the lingerie I bought for myself, or the color television—we didn't have a TV at all, let alone a Technicolor one. I ran back down the grand stair case, with the large television in my right hand, and the small lacy garment in my left. I could care less if my family saw. Edward's mildly disgusted look he gave me was absolutely priceless. As soon as Emmett saw, his face lit up. I wondered if I had looked so excited when I got the earrings.

"Happy Valentines d--" I never got to finish, because before I could, he was kissing me as I had him a minutes ago—he liked the gifts, evidently.

"We have to set this up…" he kept staring at the tiny red garment, and Edward, again, looked repulsed. It must be difficult to read minds…

"Oh, wait, I almost forgot…the other part of your gift" Edward looked sort of afraid, probably wondering what it was.

"There's more?!"

"Yeah…we're going to a play! Shakespeare…I think Twelfth Knight…" my favorite…again, I wondered how he knew. In all these years I had never said anything about how much I loved the play.

"Thank you…so much."

***

"I can't believe you got a limo!"

"I couldn't let you go to the play without one on Valentines Day!" he acted appalled. I couldn't have asked for a better day. I knew he knew how to be romantic, but I never imagined this! The car screeched to a halt, very suddenly. We exchanged a look. What was going on? The driver's voice came from the front seat.

"I'm very sorry, um, we're having some mechanical issues, I'll have to stop to use a phone…I believe there's a gas station right up here, luckily." Luckily! We would miss the play…oh well, the day had been good, but now, I was all dressed up with my earrings, and no place to go. The thought made me sad. When the driver left, and all was silent, music wafted down from the gas station up ahead. A new song, at the time, a song that would be incorporated into many memories, many nights to come—You Send Me.

"Let's get out of the car, see where he is." We opened the car doors and stepped out in unison. The music became louder, and the falling late winter snow was coming down in large clumps.

Darling you send me
I know you send me
Darling you send me
Honest you do, honest you do
Honest you do, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

You thrill me
I know you, you, you thrill me
Darling you, you, you, you thrill me
Honest you do

"Dance?" he held out his hand to me

"Absolutely" I gave him mine. Surprisingly, in that moment, and for the rest of the night, I didn't regret missing the play at all. This was how I would've chosen to spend my Valentines Day.

At first I thought it was infatuation
But woo, it's lasted so long
Now I find myself wanting
To marry you and take you home
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

You, you, you, you send me
I know you send me
I know you send me
Honest you do