I expect on Sunday I will struggle to open my front door against the weight of all those flowers, it is Valentine's Day after all.

I am a BIG believer in love.

Putting the commercialism to one side, Valentine's Day at the very least, give people the chance to express their feelings, to tell that someone how you feel.

It is the one single day of the year that it is acceptable to give unrequited love a voice.

So imagine what a delight it was when an email dropped in earlier this week from a man wanting desperately to help us find a woman from Ringwood to whom he was "engaged", almost 30 years ago.

In his heartfelt mail, he told us it was his everlasting regret that he had let her slip through his fingers a lifetime ago when he decided to move half way around the world to make his fortune, which he did.

He accepted that she may be married, but wanted one last chance to tell her how he feels and that she has always been in his head (as a romantic, I would like to think also in his heart).

It does remind me a little of one of my great friends. He held a torch for a beautiful girl for years.

Last Valentine's Day, he armed himself with flowers and courage, marched to her house and told her how he felt. She felt the same way too.

They kissed.

But in that single moment, in that single kiss, all those years of wanting washed away. There was just no chemistry and they never saw each other again.

But for every sad story, there is a happy one and with Valentine's Day just around the corner, why not take that leap, it may not work out but it just might.