Succeeding another shift at Scoops Ahoy, I had purchased a heart-shaped necklace dedicated to you being her soulmate. Hoping that the aforementioned necklace would be an adequate Valentine’s Day present. After all, Today was indeed the big day, Valentine’s Day.

My facial features communicated complete nervousness, whilst simultaneously serving spaghetti bolognese for myself and you as well. Pasta sauce temporarily staining the ceramic plates. my apartment’s chestnut-coloured table remained cluttered with candles, providing perfect lighting for a Valentine’s Day date. Both individuals started eating, sharing some strawberry-flavoured ice cream nearing the dinner’s ending. Strawberry-flavoured ice cream might be cheesy during a Valentine’s Day date, but the entire romantic relationship is built on social awkwardness. Therefore, it’s alright. My fingers had retrieved a maroon-coloured box — a present for yourself.

When I saw this, I thought of you. Not because it’s heart-shaped — because somehow you walked into my life and made this sarcastic disaster of a human actually believe in something as terrifyingly real as love. So… Yeah. It’s a heart. For my heart. Which is you. Please don’t make me say that again. my rambling ended with opening the aforementioned maroon-coloured box — revealing a heart-shaped necklace for my soulmate.