lalaricecake:

a-state-of-lyndon:

 For every February 14th which existed, he would wake up early in the morning, put on his favorite black dress shirt and a red velvet tie. Clean cut hair and smile, he would wear his silver watch on his left hand, even though he never wore watches on any other given day. Dress shoes that he borrowed from his dad would substitute his old worn pair of converses, pairs so old that the ‘c’ and ‘o’ were faded out and absent from the logo. Before the stores were open, he would distinctively decide on which colors matched perfectly with certain colors. Should the red roses be mixed in with the yellow tulips? And should this chocolate heart be soaked with white syrup? Many and many patterns would be drawn into his mind. When the store doors open, he would walk straight to the flower section and after an hour of stressful decisions, he would walk out with dozens and dozens of roses wrapped into a colorful attire, full of pink, white, and red petals. He would accompany these flowers with baskets of sky high balloons, and ravishing chocolates.

He would walk around school the whole day with all of these accessories stuffed in his arms, the same way you would carry a big basket of clothes from the laundry to your room. Everyone around him would be dazzled by the amount of love he was holding. Heads would turn as the ladies would be kind-hearted and give out sweet gestures, while the guys became jealous and bummed out by his ambiguous act. After receiving much affection from the people around him, he would walk down the main boulevard with these vivid materials of love pushing against his face and chest. A mile walk, and cars would honk and smile as they drove past him. They would scream hoorahs and pump their fists out their windows to compliment his journey to his perfect person. Whoever it would be, they would not be let down. An hour goes by and the sun begins to set. He walks into a room and his body language slowly goes from outstanding to depressing. He would throw the flowers into the trash can, toss the chocolates into his bottom cabinet which he never opened, and he would pop the balloon and place it under his bed. For everyone knew him for his courageous efforts, but no one would love him for it. He did wonderful things for someone, someone he’s never met. Someone invisible. He would practice his attempts and manners into being a wonderful caring partner. He’d show everyone that he could treat a person right.. it’s just, no one would actually give give him a chance yet.

And for every February 14th which existed, he’d take off his favorite black dress shirt and a velvet red tie, his clean cut hair would go back into a restless shape, his smile would go back to a frown. His watch would never be worn again, his no-show converses would fit his feet again, and he would wait for next February again, in hopes that it’ll be different.

wow… he captured the emotions so perfectly.