The chill in the air was almost as biting as the heartache I felt after that date. I stood awkwardly on the platform, a bouquet of wilting flowers clutched in my hand. They were supposed to be a sweet surprise, a gesture of romance that bounced along with my spirits, but instead, they were a heavy reminder of the whole evening going south. I should have known better than to try and impress someone with my past. The flowers, once vibrant and full of life, now felt like a cruel joke.