Yesterday was Valentine’s Day, which celebrates love, now, but really celebrates a martyr who lost his head for continuing to marry couples in Christian ceremonies. So really, if you had a bad one, you have no reason to complain because, look, it’s all been invented to sell cards and candy. If you’d like to look at the dark lining, that is. For others, it’s a day to celebrate love and happiness. Except for something I saw yesterday when I got off the train. It was a flower, an expensive rose, no less, placed inside the vase of a garbage can. Just sitting there. Someone took the time and energy to give someone this beautiful rose and that person cared enough to throw it away. Which makes me wonder, what was the story behind that? Was it two secret lovers, and the one trying in vain to reach out and make something more, and two train stops later past that confession, the flower hits the trash? Or was that love given back, and then, the flowers had to be hidden away in the dump? Or was it just an imperfect rose? Maybe I should have taken it out of the refuse and taken a better look.

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Words - S