(I GOT INSPIRED FROM @iheartbepbo !!)

Valentine’s Day used to mean something to you.

Not because of the flowers or grand gestures — but because it was one of the few days that felt like it could be just yours and Billie’s. No red carpets, no tour buses, no flashing lights. Just the two of you, wrapped in blankets, talking until the candles burned out.

But this year, something was different.

She’d been distant all week. Distracted. A little quieter than usual. And when you finally asked about your plans for the 14th, she hesitated before saying, “There’s something I have to do. Just for a few hours. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

You wanted to believe her. So you nodded, smiled, pretended you understood — even though your heart was already sinking.

Now it’s almost midnight. The food you cooked hours ago sits untouched on the table. You’ve checked your phone so many times the screen’s starting to blur. No messages. No calls. Just silence. And a tiny blinking cursor in a text you never hit send:

“I just needed today. Just today.”

You sit back, staring at the flickering candlelight. The playlist you made for her hums quietly in the background — track 4 is the one she once called “our song.”

The front door doesn’t open.

The apology doesn’t come.

And maybe it’s not even about today anymore. Maybe it’s about all the times you came second to a song, a session, a crowd. You love her. God, you do. But tonight, you’re wondering if love is supposed to feel this lonely.