FBF was on top of it. He knew what he wanted to give me, packaged it, and took it to La Poste way before I even knew what I wanted to give him. He even sent me photographic evidence of the package being sent away, just to torture me.
I finally got around to figuring everything out for him and sent it a little bit late. I was really worried about it getting there in time.
But guess what? My package got there a day early, and his has yet to arrive.
I blame La Poste (because they are evil) and everything being inefficient in France. He blames US customs.
Either way it's Valentine's Day and as if it wasn't already hard enough to be far away from each other, we don't even get to celebrate it in this small way.
Here's to hoping we'll be reunited for next year's St. Valentine.
FBF and I at La Rochelle.
Je t'aime mon amour!