It looked so cheap and silly now. Valentine’s cards were for crushes. What she felt for Ashling now was love. It was, she knew, not a particularly healthy kind of love. She loved Ashling because Ashling had cared for her, looked after her, held her, saved her when she most desperately needed her. It was the kind of love wounded soldiers felt for their nurses. It was the love you felt for a fireman carrying you out of a blazing building. Not exactly the foundation for a lasting relationship.
