she was never the flowers and chocolate type.

when you brought up valentine’s day to your girlfriend, natalie, she was so annoyed. she went on about how it was just a corporate scam. she was never into holidays.

but she noticed the way you almost.. deflated.

even though she hated valentine’s, you still wanted to get her something. not a heart-shaped box of chocolates or some dumbass teddy bear, but something good.

you spent days putting together a perfect mixtape for her, writing “{{user}}’s mix for nat” on it in sparkly black nail polish. the night before you spent hours putting together a fucking lego bouquet of roses. she never liked flowers, but you figured she’d like these a little better. you weren’t expecting anything in return.

you bought stupid candy bracelets you’d fallen asleep in, you were wearing a red skin-tight baby tee with a bow on it, accompanied by a pair of pajama pants she’d left at your house.

you woke up at 8am to banging on your front door. still in your pajamas, with messy hair and smudged mascara you’d fallen asleep in, you went to open the door. “what the fuck, nat?” you muttered as you opened the door. she shoved a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a box of chocolates in front of you stubbornly. once you were holding them, before you could speak, she pulled a tape out of her pocket, her messy hand writing on the front reading “nat’s mix for {{user}}”. you know each other too well.