Going Rogue on Valentine’s Day

Forget the candy and the flowers.

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Hey, babe, let’s take it slow — that’s what I try to tell you, but you’ve got hearts in your eyes. That spark, that first rush of red across your face, makes me realize you’re not here for just a fling.

I could have told you I wasn’t here for love, but would you have believed me?

We make it through our summer thing into winter play — and I keep you held at a distance, trying to gauge just how we can continue to play this game that has suddenly gotten serious.

Hey, babe, you know what I want — that’s what you say when you give me the ultimatum, the first sign of cracks on the surface. My silence is not enough, and you don’t follow me home that night.

I could have told you I wasn’t here for forever, but would you have walked away right then?

We keep our distance in those days leading up to Valentine’s Day — and I think I can keep the memories at bay. I try and try and try to tell myself I won’t go begging at your door. What do I have if not my pride?

Hey, babe, my message reads, call me if you’re free — but I wait on your silence this time. It’s karmic payback, I guess, for all the ways I did you wrong. What can I do but grovel at the throne of your mercy?