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Sad?

I found the love of my life. She didn’t.

He promised he would wait for her forever. She kept him to his word.

It was a lot. It just wasn’t enough.

He woke up, rolled over, and reached for her. She wasn’t there, and never would be again.

They told me they could save either my wife or my son. They were wrong.

After months of waiting he finally saw his wife. He’d never been happier but he knew he’d have to wake up soon.

He never wanted to leave his wife. But it was getting late and the graveyard gates were about to be closed.

My owner won’t wake up. My food bowl has been empty for so long.

I pick up your little collar and leash, and I almost expect you to come running at the sound.I will never get used to the awful silence.

I rock my baby in my arms and sing softly to her. It helps me pretend she is only sleeping.

I had carried her to the hospital, half conscious and overdosed, but alive. I was the only one who waited with her for her recovery, and every day she would reiterate how much she loathed me for it.

I became an EMT to save people’s lives. Twenty minutes of CPR on my dad proved that was a lie.

The heart monitor chimed its final tune. Come the end there was no applause.

I told her she would be okay. That was the first lie I ever told.

“He’s not coming, is he?” I asked, squeezing my mother’s hand, the multi-colored party hat on my head slipping down. My mother squeezed back, and without a word walked back inside the house.

9 months of excitement came to an end. She never cried.

I kept the ultrasound. Someone I never met.

Mommy promised her the monsters weren’t real. But mommy didn’t know that daddy was the monster.

The 14th of February seems happy and harmless. Flowers and chocolates! Sappy notes and shameless rom-coms! Obligatory dinner dates. Candy hearts. Lots and lots of pink.

But V-Day’s contemporary style is as far removed from its origins as your family’s Thanksgiving dinner is from your syphilis-sharing Pilgrim

predecessors. Valentine’s Day is rooted in violence and loss. Brutality. Death. The punishment of the innocent. V-Day’s always had love notes and flowers. It’s just that they were written moments before slaughter

and placed carefully next to a cracked skull and a fresh grave.

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