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. The impatience that aches in my heart to be reunited with him, and I’d seen him only hours ago. My eyes drift from the paper before me, I turn to stare out the window instead. I recall this morning, a place in time I’d much rather be, for then we were together. I can remember it now, the softness of my clean sheets, the divided morning light shining through the blinds and striping my skin. I look over, my tired eyes adjusting to him still there next to me. I am content. I lay there, just to admire him, I need not anything else in the world. Just him. Just this. Just my one true love next to me. He is so handsome, the most riches beauty I’ve ever seen, with piercing green eyes and beautiful silky locks. I can’t contain my love, I must channel it into him, so I reach out and carasse his face, running my hands over his hair. We lay just like that for a while, dreading to have to get up. My one and only politely tells me he is hungry, and so I cook breakfast for him. After all, it is Valentine’s Day, and I love him so, and they say the fasted way to man’s heart is through his stomach. I watch him eat from his bowl happily feeling a sense of pride he enjoyed it so. I sigh as I realize I must leave to go to work, kissing him goodbye and telling him I love him a million times over. Work drags, the only thing pushing me through is the thought of him, and the ideas of what we could do on this valentines day night. Eventually, work ends and I’m free to reunite with my soul mate. I tiredly walk into my apartment, my feet hurt, but everything is all right, for I am home. The lights are off and my beloved is nowhere to be seen, worry sets in, creasing my face as I scan the living room. I turn on the lights, searching in each room, no where. I light candles and put on a record to set the mood for his return. I have one finally hope; the bedroom. The bedroom door is closed, and the lack of light peeking under the door doesn’t ease my worry. I approach, the door slowly creaks open, and my heart swells. There he is, in all his perfect glory, my everything , the love of my life, waiting for my, lying on my bed. I hurry to him, immediately embracing him, kissing him on the head. There is no need for an exchange of words, I’m sure he wouldn’t understand anyway, instead it’s understood the bond and the love between us. So we cuddle. And again I’m content, spending my Valentine’s day alone, cuddling my cat.