It was a year ago today that I last saw Ian in person. He was mad at me because I was teasing him about having a valentine, since he’d told me he couldn’t work on something with me because he had plans. I don’t know for sure what they were, or even if he did have plans with someone else. For all I know it was some sort of dry run.
It was unusual that he would get so mad at me for teasing him. I figured I’d struck some nerve, and he was sad that he didn’t have a valentine, so I backed off.
I’ve never been a big fan of this holiday, and now I outright hate it. Maybe it had absolutely nothing to do with his decision. Maybe it did. Maybe maybe maybe.
There are too many unanswered questions.
All I know for sure is that it’s been a year since I laid eyes on the living love of my life, and I miss him unbearably.
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