His Story

His phone goes off, waking him up. February 14th. The day when flowers cost too much, dinner plans are impossible to keep, and way too many heart emojis are sent. He stands up, takes out his phone, and checks his messages. He only got ESPN and a generic email from a restaurant telling him it’s “not too late to book a romantic evening.” It’s too late, buddy. 

He already knew it—a quick look through Instagram confirms it: his feed is full of posts from couples. Thank you for being my rock, my everything, and my forever! posted at exactly midnight, as if there were a contest to see who is the happiest). He