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[09:03 AM] valentines special: heartbreaks with friends

"can we petition to remove valentines as a holiday?" my friend slurred her words through tears. "i hate it. it sucks."

i shared a look with my other friend. there was three of us in total in this friend group and one of my friend was going through a major heartbreak.

apparently, her crush had only ever considered her as a second choice and she's been heartbroken ever since.

the thought of it made my blood boil.

how dare that man play her feelings as though she was some instrument he could play with? he'd led her on, making her believe she had a chance only to abruptly say he never liked her in the first place. not only had he broken her heart, he'd also made her feel so humiliated and oh my god, if i see that man-

my other friend cut in, breaking my thoughts. "you only drank soda," they deadpanned. "why on earth are you drunk?"

"i don't know," sobbed my heartbroken friend. "i'm sad - leave me alone!"

we shared another look and sighed.

she was a mess. and that was the kind way of putting it.

ever since we'd heard the news, we'd went to her apartment only to see her eating junk foods and soda in her bed wearing the same pretty dress that she'd planned on wearing for him. it's only been a few minutes since we'd arrived but it felt like it's been hours.

"you poor baby," i sighed and sat next to her. "come here."

like a child, she went to my embrace and wailed, ranting about her horrible love life while my other friend removed the trash in her room.

"what did i do wrong? why can't he just see me? i've been waiting for him to see me for years and i'm so tired but i can't move on-" she cut herself off with a sob. "-i - i'm so pathetic - i hate this but i can't move on! i love him but he doesn't love me and it hurts so much!"

there was little i could do. i've never been much of a romantic having given up on love a long time ago. whatever coping mechanism i can suggest won't work on her.

in the end, i just settled on distracting her.

"you've done nothing wrong. he's the asshole," i said before ushering her to stand up. "now come on - you're wearing such a pretty dress, we can't let it go to waste now can we?"

she followed me outside aimlessly. "where're we going?"

my friend came out of the kitchen with a picnic basket they'd prepared. "we're going out," they said, giving me some items to hold. "if that asshole can't take you out on a date you deserve then we will."

emotional as she was, she broke into tears at our kindness.

"i love you guys!" she wailed as we sighed.

"we know," i said for the two of us, going to hear to fix her appearance. thank goodness she wore waterproof makeup. "we love you too, bubba. let's go celebrate this stupid holiday all alone because fuck men, really."

"not literally though," my other friend cut in teasingly lightening the mood.

she laughed. "thanks guys."

"yeah, yeah." i rolled my eyes jokingly, ushering the two of them out so we can finally go have a picnic. "let's go."

and with watery laughter, we decided to forget the asshole who'd broken our dear friends heart and celebrate the holiday with platonic love because, really, platonic love was so much better.

perhaps in another year, we'd find someone to romantically spend the holiday with. but that's for another year.

for now, we're all together.

broken-hearted, yes, but together nonetheless.

and that's good enough.