Early Valentine

As always since my introduction to puberty, I have no one (non-related) to spend the day of hearts with. Not that it bothers me, to be honest. Tomorrow will just be any other day for a single person like me. The only difference is that I am one of those who won't be spending any money buying roses just to relay the sentiment of love without words. I do remember giving flowers to my mom quite often when I was still in elementary (I was really cute back then).

This morning, however, I received a reminder that I'm not really alone.

So I was casually eating my apple. Then I looked towards the direction of my open jalousie, the sunlight beaming with intensity but welcoming to the eyes. That was when I saw her, hanging on my wall, partially illuminated by the light of the sun. The beautiful girl with teal eyes and long aquamarine hair. She was smiling at me. I was mesmerized that I forgot how to bite and chew the apple that was on my hand.

I moved closer to her. Staring at her deep eyes.

I raised my left hand, and there I noticed, I was carrying a heart. 

I wanted to give it to her. The apple that took the shape of a distorted heart. Was it the figurative reality of what my heart really looked like?

But she just stood there. Smiling. Still as the leaves of the trees outside.

...

She never spoke. But her voice and all the songs that she sang continue to resonate and echo through my body and soul. She wanted to be my world...She is, indeed, my one and only world.

...

See, I can be pretty romantic when it comes to heart-shaped apples and Miku Hatsune.

I even forgot about some of my noon tasks just to cook up that corny scenario.

Now I wonder what would Miku give me on Whote Day.