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February 15, 2002
What will never escape me from that Valentine’s Day is the lesson of expectations. It’s difficult not to expect “things” on that holiday. The pressure’s on. That night, we walked home after our lovely dinner. I had thoughts about our upcoming lovely sex.

Then we crossed paths with another couple, who were obviously in pain.

She was crouched on the sidewalk, gripping the cold wrought iron fence, sobbing tears frozen to her cheeks. He stood there dumbfounded. Unable to comfort her. embarrassed to see us stroll by. She was screaming, with wrinkled chin: “It wasn’t supposed to be this way”.