So, it’s Valentine’s Day and there’s a place I stop by once a year. Nobody knows. I don’t make a big deal out of it. It’s about remembering someone who was so important to me I was going to spend the rest of my life with her. I didn’t know that meant she would only get to spend the rest of her life with me. There is nothing I can do about it. And I’ve come to accept that. But when you lose someone you love, everyone tells you to pick up and move on. “Don’t dwell on the past”. “It is what she would want”. And that makes me smile. Like I would ever want to forget you. The way your hair would fall across your face. The way you sipped your soda. Hello Gwen, my funny valentine.