February 14th, a day blooming with as much love as the rose which sprouts for its petals to end up strewn across a bedroom floor. Hours tick as I struggle to focus on the task- or paper work- that lay upon my desk. The sheet is thin, the words long, and unable to hold my focus. Any day at that, but especially today. Today is the day of love, why celebrate by working? So my mind drifts back to him....