"The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule." - Anita Brookner Thought I had planned out a perfect Valentine's Day date for us: Dinner, a play, chocolates, and those beautiful roses. Can't remember exactly when the date started to go badly, but I do remember that was night I realized our story was not going to have a happy ending. Neither of us are the type who likes to admit failure, and because of that, we endured another couple of months of pain and suffering before we finally looked each other in eyes and admitted it was over, However, I do not keep those dead roses because I'm haunted by you. It's a different girl who gives me nightmares, but that's a different story for a different time. No, I keep those dead roses to remind me I can't go through the motions and hope that I'll magically fall in love some time in the distant future. Reminds me of the need to make an emotional commitment or get out because there's nothing lonelier than simply coexisting with another person.