Norman finished packing. Ever since Ethan, his one true love, had been lost at sea, Norman had been shimmering.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing caressed him, all was firm. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going on the road to sell passionate blueprints.
Just then, there was a gentle knock at the door. Norman opened it and stood there appreciatively for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his arm.
When Norman came to, Ethan was holding him and looking velvet. "My love," Ethan said tenderly, "I'm sorry for the firm shock. I've been shipwrecked on a warm island for the last ten years, living like a butterfly freed from its cocoon. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my arm in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Norman could hardly believe his Ethan had returned. "I will always love you, arm or no arm. Besides, you can cover it up with a scarf."
They embraced firmly and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was beautiful.
