Godiva Chocolates makes something like eighty percent of their sales around valentines day.
I used to know someone. Everyone thought she was almost always happy and always laughing. That wasn't real, though. Her smile was very convincing, but she was almost always unhappy, afraid, and worried about her future. Not everyone knew what was going on inside her, but she trusted me. Her smile meant more than gold to me, when I could get it.
Every few weeks, I would overnight a small box of assorted Godiva white chocolates to Memphis because Godiva White Chocolates were sometimes the only thing that made her feel better, even though it never lasted.
Love doesn't always bring happiness. I tried with all my strength to lift the darkness that surrounded her life, but all I could manage was an hour or two of sunlight. Sometimes a few days, then the darkness always came back. I failed. Eventually, the darkness became all she had in life. I shouldn't feel responsible for not fixing that, but I do. I always will. Knowing I wasn't responsible doesn't take the ache away. I was the owl man.
"Will chocolate make it better? Just for today?"
"What kind?"
"What kind do you like?"
"You know what kind I like," She said.
"Sleep now. When you wake up tomorrow, a man will bring you chocolates. I love you--you know."
"I know you do." She said.
"I wish it helped more. I wish something would help more."
"I know you do." She said.
"My love can't make you well, but maybe it'll make you smile for a day. I'll keep trying."
"I know you will." She said.
I didn't keep trying, though. In time, I gave up on her too. Sometimes, loving someone that sad can pull the life out of you. When I look back on it, she was probably pushing me away. She knew that she was so sad herself that she could never love me back, and in her own way, she didn't want to see me hurt too.
She smiled and ate her chocolates, and I kissed her head and held her hand. My love couldn't make her well, but it could make her smile. I'll take what I can get.
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