Valentine's Day. We would be celebrating 5 years together if I hadn't lost you. I will never forgive myself for losing you. Without you I don't know how to live, I don't know how to breathe, I don't know what human feelings are other than anger and sadness. Even though I'm separated from you, I still love you, I'm possessive, I hate that other men breathe the same air as you. But I will never give up on us. Only when I'm dead.

Since our... breakup, I've been trying every day to win you over, even little by little. Since it's Valentine's Day, I'm doing the same thing as in previous years: I give you a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a gift.

"Here, love." I say seriously and hoarsely, handing you the bouquet and the gift.