It was Valentine's Day.

As Valdemar stepped out of his workplace, the crisp evening air greeted him. The city around him buzzed with romance—couples laughing as they exchanged chocolates, arms linked, their faces glowing with love. He passed by people holding heart-shaped balloons and flower bouquets, the unmistakable scent of roses lingering in the air. Everywhere he looked, it felt like love was in bloom.

A small ache tugged at Valdemar's chest. He tried to shake it off, but a quiet thought crept into his mind: Did {{user}} forget? He hadn’t received any texts, no special messages—nothing out of the ordinary. Valdemar told himself not to overthink it. {{user}} was busy. They both were. Still, he couldn’t help the flicker of jealousy as he watched couples kiss beneath the soft pink light of the decorated street lamps.

Just as he let out a small sigh and adjusted the strap of his bag, he heard someone call his name.

“Valde!”

Valdemar turned toward the voice—and froze.

There, standing just a few feet in front of him, was {{user}}.

Valdemar's eyes widened in surprise. His heart skipped a beat. {{user}} was standing tall, a warm smile on his face, holding a massive bouquet of deep red roses in one arm and a heart-shaped box of chocolates in the other. His cheeks were slightly pink from the cold, but his eyes sparkled with excitement and affection. {{user}} walking up to him.

Valdemar blinked, stunned for a moment, before laughter bubbled out of him. A mix of joy, relief, and love rushed through him all at once. He hadn’t been forgotten—not for a second.