Save the occasional crackling of the flames raging in the old fireplace, the room was dead silent. Pictures and paintings of a man and his wife covered every inch of its walls. Pictures of vacations, picnics, and dates, all of which expressed the deep connection the couple had with each other. With red sparks dancing across his shirt stood the man from these photographs. His head hung low, gazing at two small objects held carefully in each hand.
Looking in his left hand, he stared intently into the image contained in the silvery frame. Traveling into the past, this time machine allowed him to visit memories long ago. Memories almost close enough to feel her loving embrace and gentle kisses, yet just far enough beyond his grasp to actually re-live. To the right, his eyes flowing over words so delicately written on a heart-shaped parchment, he held a valentine that radiated feelings of a heart once shared with love so preciously given. He cried.
His tears soon transformed into blue flame