seven years on, br and although she has gone, br Valentines day always casts br its line out into the murky pool of memories, br pulling out the one of her final gift. br br Sure, we was young and the meaning of love br was no closer to reality to that br of the earth and the sun. br br We had been stagnant for a while, br our bodies reppelling like br mismatched magnets, br been quite a time since we had smiled. br br She arrived at my house br feeling cold inside and out. br Silence was the main meal, br during our unromantic dinner. br br Even the candles were crying, br as I gave to her, her valetines gift, br Like a child who had already opened, br 60 presents, she slowly unwrapped. br br A cold kiss not on the lips br was her way of saying thanks. br Later as she was leaving, br she placed in my hands a br carrier bag and whispered br Happy valentines day before br stepping out into the cold. br br Closed the door, and pulled br out a half drunk bottle of Vodka br from the bag she had gave me. br br Two days later she dumped me, br the thoughtfull bitch had prepared me, br for having my heart broken br with her valentines gift.