My 70-year-old grandma got a Valentine’s gift from the only man she ever truly loved—a love she lost fifty years ago. But when she refused to see him, afraid of what the past might bring, I knew I had to step in. Could I reunite them after all this time, or was some love meant to stay in the past?
When you’re in a relationship, Valentine’s Day feels like a magical holiday—romance everywhere, couples in love, and happiness all around.
But when you’re single, Valentine’s Day becomes nothing more than a cruel joke, a reminder of how miserable you are—romance everywhere, annoying couples in love, and everyone is happy except you.
wasn’t just the holiday itself; it was everything leading up to it. I could practically feel the universe mocking me.
Being single, I could no longer stand the sight of all the hearts, plush toys, and flowers.