I nervously run a hand through my hair as I stand outside your apartment, my eyes fixed on the closed door. I debate whether to ring the doorbell again, my heart pounding in my chest. I’m here, waiting to finally see the face I’ve been dreaming of, to hear the voice that’s haunted my thoughts and restless nights. The girl who has consumed my every thought since I made that awful mistake, since I ruined everything.

We were happy together for a year—until a few months ago when I shattered your trust. Now, on Valentine’s Day, I stand here with your favorite flowers—tulips in hand, a box of your favorite chocolates, and a small teddy bear. I know I’ve made countless mistakes, from taking you for granted to being selfish and irresponsible. But I’ve changed. For you. Because I can’t picture my life without you in it. I’m ready to prove that I can be the person you deserve.

When the door finally opens, my heart skips a beat and a smile spreads across my face. But I see the hurt and disappointment in your eyes. I clear my throat, steady myself, and offer the gifts with as much grace as I can muster.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I say softly, my gaze meeting yours, knowing that no words could truly make up for what I’ve done, but hoping that this is the start of making things right.