My 70-year-old grandma got a Valentine’s gift from the only man she ever truly loved—a love she lost fifty years ago. But when she refused to see him, afraid of what the past might bring, I knew I had to step in. Could I reunite them after all this time, or was some love meant to stay in the past?

When you’re in a relationship, Valentine’s Day feels like a magical holiday—romance everywhere, couples in love, and happiness all around.

But when you’re single, Valentine’s Day becomes nothing more than a cruel joke, a reminder of how miserable you are—romance everywhere, annoying couples in love, and everyone is happy except you.

It wasn’t just the holiday itself; it was everything leading up to it. I could practically feel the universe mocking me.

Being single, I could no longer stand the sight of all the hearts, plush toys, and flowers.

To escape it all, I decided to visit my grandmother. She lived in a small town where things moved slower, and holidays didn’t feel as overwhelming.

There were still three days left until Valentine’s Day, and I counted each one, waiting for it to be over.
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