Scenario: Sometimes, the only way to describe love is without words. Of course, a few dozen roses, some lit candles, and a tiny box with a red bow on top might help. And that's exactly how the night begins.

His cab is outside. I'm leaning on the door watching him put his coat on. Our eyes are locked on the other; hungry, watching, and wanting. My hand is on the door knob, knowing I need to open it to let him leave, but putting it off as long as possible.

He slowly approaches me in a deliberate predatory strut. I chew on my bottom lip in anticipation.

He backs me up against the cold wood of the door. It sends a shiver down my spine, one side hot against him, the other freezing. His knuckles graze my cheek before his hand opens up to cup my face. I watch as he looks at me, there is so much of something there – in his eyes – I swim in it.

His lips barely touch mine though he's not kissing me yet. Our mouths are just open and preparing, the sweet, teasing taste of promise.

I close my eyes and lean my shoulders back into the door. I fight from grabbing him and refusing to let him leave me... ever again.

His tongue sneaks out and licks my top lip. I pant and whimper, my body is not my own, it hasn't been for a while now. Then like the fulfillment of a last meal on death row, he presses his lips to mine and we satiate.

He pushes me even harder against the door. Our bodies touching as much as possible. He moans in appreciation as I wrap one leg around him and grind against his thigh that's in between my legs. I hate to let this moment go. When a goodbye kiss feels like this, I want to prolong it for hours, or maybe even days. Not just minutes.

I want to ask him to stay, for him not to leave right now. Just another night and another morning waking next to me. Just to stay for a little while.

But I don't.

He rests his forehead against mine. I drop my leg from his hip and wrap my arms around him once more.

"It's just a few days," he whispers in my hair.

I nod, "I know." Because I do, I know I'll be alright, and before I even realize it, he'll be back.

...~{sYa}~...

The door swings open, I'm in his arms. Our routine begins again, but so does the overcast of his next departure. The countdown hiding just out of sight, yet we ignore it until it comes knocking at the door to take him away again.

...~{sYa}~...

"So what time do you think you'll be back?" I look in the pantry to figure out what I need to buy at the grocery this morning.

"Um, I'm not really sure. I'm guessing around eight or so. If anything changes, I'll let you know." I hear all the background noise of the city as he walks and talks.

"That sounds wonderful. Just remember, we have the house all to ourselves tonight," I say in a sing-song voice.

He growls and I laugh. "Be careful and I'll see you later."

"Bye Bella. Have a good day."

I sigh after he hangs up.

It's Valentines day and as much as I hate to give into this stupid day, this year I kinda have a boyfriend. That fact makes it a little less awful. I've always hated this day. The way it always made me feel.

Whether it was in grade school, being left out and feeling alienated and ugly. Then in middle school, when only the snobby girls would get roses and have secret admirers. Yuk!

And the knife to the heart was high school, where not just one single rose would get delivered, but dozens, or even balloons attached to pink teddy bears. I hate shiny balloons.

Needless to say, this day has never been for me.

But now, I have Edward and that makes things different. I, by no means, expect to get a ring or anything like that. I don't even want a gift. I just want acknowledgment from him that he wants to spend this night with me. That if this really is a holiday for lovers to celebrate their love, then what are we waiting for, bring on the party! And we will celebrate it properly, together.

Yes, he has a meeting at the Hilton downtown. He apologized profusely for it and swore up, and down he couldn't get out of it. Something about a documentary that's coming up, and he was hired to take the still shots. He's even been asked to help direct some of the cinematography. The directors are in town today, hence the meeting.

I assure him it's totally understandable. I get it, work comes first. If this wasn't a Saturday, I'd probably be in class today.

I can wait. I'm good at that.

...~{sYa}~...

The pasta is warming in the oven, the few roses I bought this morning are in a vase in the center of the table. I have two candles just waiting to be lit.

I look in the mirror at my new back dress. It's simple yet elegant, but what makes me feel even more sexy is the new red underwear I wear underneath. Hubba hubba.

That's my gift to Edward – myself. There's even a red ribbon tied into a bow for him to unwrap me.

I glance at the clock, it's a few minutes after eight. He'll be here soon. I go into the kitchen, light the candles, and open the wine. I pour myself a glass and lean back, relaxing into the chair as I sip my drink. I can't wait to see him.

...~{sYa}~...

I turn off the oven. The wine bottle is empty. The candles are burnt down to small, ugly lumps of wax. I don't know if I'm more angry or more hurt. It's after midnight and I still haven't heard from him.

It's the first time he's ever let me down. It's not even Valentines day anymore. So much for that shit. I still hate this day. Now even more.

My heads spins from the alcohol as I stand and make my way toward my bedroom. I stumble slow and defeated with my arm up and fingers trailing along the wall. I don't even take off my dress. I just slip into the rescue of my cold bed and want to forget it all.

As much as I don't want to, and even though I try and fight against it with all I have, I cry anyway. The rejection stings. The feeling of being not important enough to even call, it fucking haunts me.

I don't understand. I don't even want to fucking care. I don't want to feel this way. Ever.