She had the greatest expectation for today. It was her first Valentine’s Day with her new boyfriend. They had been dating for 8 months. She was happy. He was a great guy. It had been years since she felt this happy.
It was love.
She knew that it was only one day. But, one day that was about love. She didn’t expect flowers, diamonds or exotic trips. She just expected that he would show her his love. He hadn’t said he loved her. She’d been expecting to hear those words for the last four months.
That was when she told him that she loved him. It slipped out. She didn’t know how he’d react. He smiled. He kissed her. She was reassured of their connection.
But, she expected today to be the day. The day that he would utter the words she longed to hear. I mean who couldn’t resist saying I love you on Valentine’s Day? She smiled. She knew that he would tell her.
He sent her a beautiful text this morning that read:
Wake up sleeping beauty.
Happy Love Day my darling.
Can’t wait to see you tonight.
She sighed. Tonight would be the night. It would be special. She would hear him tell her. After their romantic date, she would make love to him and he would tell her that he loved her.
Words matter right? She needed to know that he loved her. She needed confirmation of all the time spent that it was real and that they were on the same page. She was expecting that tonight would be the night of many firsts.
She rolled out of bed to call him. The phone just rang. No answer. “Oh well” she thought. He must be busy. He’ll call later. She got up and got dressed. She still had to go to work.
She took extra care to dress beautifully since she wouldn’t have time after work to change for their date. She slipped on a beautiful red dress and her black pumps. Grabbed her black blazer and smiled. He would think she looked amazing.
She wanted to look amazing for him. She made sure to put her hair up into a loose bun and add minimal make-up. He liked her natural.
She got to the office and was swamped. All her team had called out and she was on overload with paperwork and phone calls. She looked up from the computer and realized it was noon and he hadn’t called her back. She called again.
She sent a quick text:
Happy Valentine’s Day baby!
I called twice. Are you okay?
Give me a call at work when you get a chance.
Can’t wait to see you tonight.
The phone rang.
Back to reality.
The day was unbelievably busy. It was a Tuesday. She expected it to be light, but oh was she wrong.
She looked at the clock on her computer. It was 5:00 pm and quitting time. She hadn’t heard back from him at all today. She began to worry. It wasn’t like him to not call. Something must be wrong.
She left work and headed to his house. She called his phone two more times and left messages that she was on her way. She was worried.
Panic set in. He could be dead. Lying on the floor. Trying to have called for help.
She needed to calm down. She didn’t know anything and her heart began to race. She parked across the street from his building and got out of the car.
She started walking swiftly to his building. She saw him get off the elevator and then turn. His back was to her. She walked into the building. She smiled. He wasn’t dead. He was alive.
He turned around and grabbed the hand of the other woman. He didn’t see her. She stopped.
He was looking at this woman as though she were the most beautiful woman in the world to him. They were in love. He kissed her finger. Her ring finger.
She saw that beautiful diamond. Shining and bright. This was his love. This is why he couldn’t tell her that he loved her. He loved another.
She didn’t expect this.
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