Giovanni

As the rose petals blow into the wind, his tears are masked by the rain. Love that would have been or should have been. Was ripped away on this Valentine's Day. The date was planned to perfection. Rose boutique given chocolates, a reservation to exquisite restaurant with a romantic atmosphere. Soft music and candlelight table then he was going to...propose marriage. The ring sat in his pocket , he got to her apartment, and found her kissing someone else. His heart tore in two. Who knew a man that once fought in street fights for fast cash . His looks brought him trouble with other guys.Him just standing at lighting his cigarette would bring a rain of fists of a jealous boyfriend. He Geo knew how to fight , he chose his battles carefully. As it has always been he let the pain take root. He closed his eyes to the memories of her and let the bouquet slip from his fingers. He slowly walked as the rain poured down . People ran for cover ,pushing past him. His hand over his heart, it felt like it was being shredded to pieces. He shivers from the cold , The restaurants full of couples it was another twist to his heart as he looked up as he walked. Remembering how people said what a lovely couple they were. How she blushed to those words . How he held her close and whisphered you are my princess. He walked to the park and sat on a bench. His head low , the rain seemed to stop. He didnt hear the sounds of heels clicking on concrete. The soft sounds of water splashing. He glances up he couldn't make out the person. He rubs his eyes, you dont have to do that. His voice raw from pain. He watches as she just hands him her umbrella. His eyes go wide. No I can't . He stands up holding her umbrella ,he rushes towards her. I can't let you..oh. May i walk you home then. He notices she is in pain just as he is. Please. He smiles for her, you are too beautiful to be sad. If he left he can kiss the garbage. Right he smiles at her trying to cheer her up.