On a Valentine's Day

Last night, the restaurants on the ground floor of our office building were full of couples and groups of friends celebrating V-Day.

The traffic on EDSA was so light that I wondered if I was the only one on my way home.

I felt sad. I felt lonely. I felt unloved.

My evil side was urging me to go paint the town red. It kept telling me to go ahead and call someone. Go on, it said, one call or one text is all it will take. But the good side of me reasoned that all the motels will be full so the hell with it.

I heeded my good side.

Why did I even feel anything simply because The One didn't bother to prepare anything on this one unimportant day of the year when a guy can get away with anything cheesy to express his whatever for the girl? After all, I do know that there is a possibility that he doesn't have whatever to express.

He did call to greet me so that should do.

Our quick breakfast at 5AM this morning should do.

A little heavy feeling in my heart on a Valentine's Day was no big deal.