I woke up that morning and instead of looking at the dreaded alarm clock
who told me I had to wake up for another awful day (this one even worse than
the last), I got up as soon as it went off and jumped out of bed with a
chipper mood. I stood on my bed in nothing but boxers and I told my posters
that today was going to be different then any other day. I put my worries
aside because I knew that today was Valentine's Day, one of my favorite
holidays.
I threw on some clothes and ran down to the depressed and tired
stores in the downtown area. I went to the florist and bought the best dozen
of roses I could find. With my roses in hand and smile on my face I made my
next stop at the convinence store, and picked up the first heart shaped box of
chocolates I could find. Feeling as happy as I've been for years, I went up to the cash
register and payed the half-alive man for my purchase, I let him keep the
change. After that I ran my fastest to the card shop, Once inside I saw the
Valentine's day selection. I skimmed across the cards and picked up one, not
even taking a glance at it I bought it.
As I walked out of the store with
my roses and chocolates I looked at the card I had bought, and when I read the text
of the inside, my mood had dropped as if it was hit by a canon
ball. I stood on the curb of the dead streets, where I dropped my roses, chocolates, and card into the rainy wet gutter under me. It was then that
I realized I didn't have a significant other to give the presents of love to.
