So today was an okay valentine\’s. Compared to other mondays, it is good.
When I arrived home today, I was surprised to see a bouquet of roses on the front steps. I admit that my heart skipped a beat wondering if it was from someone. I muttered outloud, \”Are they for Marina?\”
I looked at the card and gave a sigh expressing a combination of relief and jealousy. The roses were for Carol. I gave a weak smile for myself and opened the door. I carried the vase to the dining table and left them there.
Then I gave myself a nice 20 minute nap.
I went back to campus for a meeting then came back home. To my surprise, Carol came down and told me that the roses were for me too. Wait a minute, a surprise for me? I read the card…and it was from Jeff. \”Carol and Jenn, Because the donuts could not be as sweet as you guys – Jeff\” A few days ago, we had gone to his place with donuts, milk and a pineapple in an attempt to cheer him up. How appreciative!
Yet…I wonder why my name wasn\’t on it. Why was my name not the addressee? Maybe just a little thought, but I wonder if I am a little harsh sometimes. am I sometimes not nice? Do I push myself in places where I shouldn\’t be? Do I ignore sentimentality too often? Am I afraid of sensitivity? Am I that afraid of awkwardness?
Nonetheless.
I really hope he feels better. And perhaps this isn\’t a sign of goodbye.
Most of all, it was appropriate for v-day. Being single doesn\’t mean anything. It doesn\’t.