Why I Hate Valentine's Day

I was skipping up and down the broken lane. Today....today would be the day....

I could already hear his wonderful musical voice from there. His gentle warm hands, touching my blonde hair, rechristening all those memories that we had left years before. But now, it was time to give them a new name.

My happiness knew no bounds when I found out his address from Sarah. Tears had welled up my eyes, as I thanked her profusely and set out to surprise him. I could already see his blue eyes gaping at me in wonder and excitement.

Today I would tell what I could not tell five years earlier.

My heart began fluttering when I reached the iron gate of his house. The moment...the moment....

Trring!! Trring!!!

I looked up hoping to see his awestruck eyes looking at me in wonder and excitement, but saw a sickly looking woman looking down at me curiously.

"What do you want??"

"Can I see Mr. Thomas Pattinson??"

Suddenly a shadow of grief came over her already sickly face as she said,

"Oh, but I am so sorry to say ... he's no more madam. Yes....died suddenly ....used to mumble about not being able to tell a girl something all his life......"