That red

It is almost Valentine’s again. I remember you buying pieces of lingerie for someone—too shy to show it, too prideful to admit that you cared even when you weren’t appreciated. Now you see those things again, a pile of them. Should you sell them? Or just let them grow old as your feelings for that man slowly fade?

You’re happy to know you are capable of expressing yourself. Wow, you liked him. You loved him, but he didn’t. At times, you asked yourself: was it the looks? The fierce eyes? The dismissive behavior?

Funny, you were seen as sexy but never truly wanted. I miss saying, “I’m sexy for you,” showing off and doing all those unholy things. I truly wonder if the sparks will fly again or if something will light up.