I only meant to show my son how a man should treat him—how he should be cherished, adored.
A Valentine’s date, nothing more. A lesson in love, so he’d never settle for less.
But the playful good night kiss lingers too long.
One innocent touch strays too far.
And now, there’s no turning back.
Some lines should never be crossed… but tell that to my hands, my mouth, my heart. Because I’ve already crossed it. And I don’t think I can stop being my son's valentine.