A card lies on the staircase, unopened, the day after St. Valentine’s Day. Its intended recipient must have walked over it time and again and conscuously or unconscuously made a decision not to pick it up and free the contents.
Perhaps the intended recipient no longer values the love they know is expressed within. Or perhaps it is too bitter a reminder that love both hurts and heals.
One day, maybe, the addressee will value the sender’s sentiment.