She turned away for a moment, hiding the tears that she eventually couldn’t hold back. I took a step forward, hand outstretched but was stopped by her voice.
“I’m sorry.”
I could only stand there; mouth closed, heart wide open.
“I’m not saying that I appreciate you for everything because of sympathy, I sincerely said it because you mean something and everything you’ve said to me means something to me.
I appreciate every single thing that you’ve done to make me smile.
I could never have asked for more or anyone else to make me smile but you.
I turned to you everytime I am down because I love the way you are, what you do to make me smile, what you say to keep me thinking positive.
Or how you goof around and be yourself…
…how you look at me when you think I’m not looking at you…
…how you blush when I say something sincere…
I love the way you look at me and say things will be ok, or the tone of your voice when you say things are going to be alright when you and I both know it’s not just because it’s strong and calming.
I love everything that you are.”
She paused.
A pause that I am too familiar with.
This time, it was my turn to speak.
“I get it.”
“……”
“I just….for a moment, I just let myself believe that there was something between us.”
She replied, “We do have something between us…”
“It’s just not what you wanted.”
Putting a hand on my chest, she slowly came in closer only to push herself away from me, and everything I could have been. My heart hit the floor at the same time the roses did. An eastern wind blew behind me as I whisper something into it hoping that it would carry it to her ears…
“Happy Valentine’s Day…”
