Dear God, be my valentine

It was early February and I’d been widowed for a few months. While on my way to work downtown, I had to go through a department store to reach my office. The store was filled with all that pertained to my favorite day, Valentine’s Day. Red roses and boxes of candy were all over the counters and rows of Valentine cards lined one wall.

By the time I reached my office, my eyes were filled with tears. Self-pity completely occupied my thoughts. Closing the door behind me, I sat at my desk, face in hands, sobbing as I talked out loud to myself, saying, “Oh, how I wish I had someone to love!” 

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