Valentine’s Day in Cologne.
He walked alone, along Schildergasse, surrounded by happy couples clinging on to each other as if their lives depended on it.
“Valentine’s Day. Who the hell thought of this huh?” He kicked an empty plastic bottle lying on the ground. “It’s just a marketing gimmick.”
He stepped onto that same bottle, crushing it. “No, it’s a big mockery. Mocking those pathetic people like me.”
He noticed some people looking at him. He turned away. He knew he was being silly, he was being immature.
Let those people indulge themselves on this meaningless day.
You don’t need a special day to show your love, to be especially loving, especially romantic.
Every day can be a Valentine’s Day.
“Very clever. Now, all you need to do is to find someone, huh,” he sighed.
A puff of air formed in front of him, and quickly disappeared again.
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