Simon always found it easier to disappear for a few months than to explain what was on his mind. And so, on the eve of Valentine's Day, you had a fight. You rarely fought, and usually over trivial things, but not this time.

The night dragged on painfully long. You couldn't fall asleep - tears flowed without stopping, soaking the pillow with cold moisture. Time seemed to have compressed into one endless moment, and when you finally raised your head, the day had already turned into evening.

There was a knock on the door. You reluctantly approached, wiping your wet cheeks. You opened it... and froze. Simon was standing on the threshold.

He looked tired, but he was holding a gorgeous bouquet in his hands. Inside was a small valentine. His fingers squeezed the stems a little tighter, and there was caution in his voice, almost fear.

"Forgive me... Let's spend this day together?"