Letters

The envelopes arrive at my house

And I feel the sudden dread course through me.

I hate Valentine’s Day and I cannot believe,

I found someone else who hates it as well.

Seeing all these letters

Floods me with discomfort and hatred.

This day was going to be horrendous.

Utterly and completely horrendous!

I sift through the massive pile

After only one name.

But it’s not there…

My heart begins to flutter slightly.

He didn’t fall into the trap.

He didn’t write me a letter.

He didn’t participate in this type of thing.

He is still mine…

I feel a sense of happiness wash over me.

I unlock my phone and don’t see any messages which resemble the day.

He is the one.

He is perfect.