♥ Jessica ♥
By early evening, my apartment felt too quiet. I sat on the couch in soft pajamas, laptop on my knees, with a half-written blog post open.
Ten Ways to Love Yourself on Valentine’s Day.
The cursor blinked at the end of a sentence about scented candles. I deleted it and closed the document. My phone lay beside me. No new messages. No missed calls. All day, I had told myself it didn’t matter that Aiden hadn’t confirmed anything. He had said the gym might be crazy. I had said we could keep the day low-key. Underneath the calm words, my stomach had been in a knot. I checked my phone again. Nothing.
“Maybe he is still working,” I muttered. “Maybe this is fine,” my little statement was met with silence. My gaze drifted to the notebook on the coffee table, the one that held my sec
