Every year, we buy and send 145 million Valentine’s Day cards. Imagine if we sent 145 million cards every year that simply said “You, alone, are enough”?
—SOLO FEBRUARY CHALLENGE
I think I might be in love.
Real love.
Not fake, bullshit, reality TV love. And not adorable kid-crush love, either.
Real.
Freakin’.
Love.
I can’t stop thinking about Sora. Everything reminds me of her. Like the woman in the red coat—like Sora’s—who’s lingering in the produce section. Or the display near the bakery of the pre-cooked, pre-packaged bacon—her favorite. Orthe small table in front of the bakery covered in pink and red heart-shaped cookies—the cookies I made just this morning, and each time I piped a heart, I thought of Sora.
Sora.
Sora.
Sora.
Everywhere, Sora.
Yeah, I got it bad.
Dude. One night of lovemaking does not a marriage make. I keep trying to tell myself to slow down.
“Uh, excuse me?” a Margo’s customer in a purple coat asks. “Are you going to get those eclairs or…?”
Oh, right. My job.
“Sorry,” I say, contrite, grabbing her requested two chocolate, cream-filled desserts from behind the bakery glass, and bagging them. I hand them over and she shakes her head, disapproving.
I watch her walk away and then slip back into Sora world.
Sure, it’s the sex. The amazing, life-changing sex. The white-hot chemistry between us that’s impossible to fake.
But it’s also that she’s smart.
And funny.
And the most interesting woman maybe I’ve ever met, maybe. And the kindest. And she’s only gotten more so since grade school.
But to be honest, I was already a little in love with her anyway. I was probably always going to be a goner.
And now I’ve gone and asked her to be my valentine.
Like we’re both in second grade.
Sometimes, I want to kick my own ass. It’s no wonder she hasn’t responded yet. What does she say to that?
Hell, might as well have sent her a note that said: Do you like me? Check “yes” or “no.”
I am an idiot.
The woman already told me she hates Valentine’s Day. Plus, we haven’t even talked about the Solo February stuff and the fact that her boss didn’t seem all that keen on her breaking it.
