The petals have long wilted and the candles turned to soot and wax. How could the perfection that was yesterday so easily been forgotten? Something had happened along the way. Whether it had been one argument too many or one kiss too few neither could have recognized until it was too late.
It was after all an ephemeral luxury. A doomed beauty. A mirage.
Love,as it was, had no patience.
***
Their lips touched however barely. There was no drop, only a slow merciless descent.
“Happy Valentines.”
The February stars cascaded upon them and he took her hand.
“I love you.” she said for the last time.
“I love you too.” he lied.
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