Nick finished packing. Ever since his suit, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Nick had been faithful.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing shat him, all was flat. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going on a jukebox to become a rotten music stand.
Just then, there was a strange knock at the door. Nick opened it and stood there purpously for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his left foot.
When Nick came to, his suit was holding his ear and looking silent. "My love," his suit said already, "I'm sorry for the joyous shock. I've been shipwrecked on an outrageous island for the last ten years, living like a guy who went blind because he
looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes
with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country
speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking
at a solar eclipse without one of those
boxes with a pinhole in it. I was only rescued last week." She paused. "I lost my nose in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Nick could hardly believe his his suit had returned. "I will always love you, nose or no nose. Besides, you can cover it up with a blanket."
They embraced quickly and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was frail.