He looked again at the envelope.
It had not changed since he last looked at it, which was about one minute before.
It still had that Mickey Mouse stamp, was dated Feb. 15 and contained no return address.
He still could not believe she did it.
I mean, he knew there were guys – cheap bastards – who would break up with someone to avoid buying presents for them on Christmas and/or Valentine’s Day.
But he never thought it would happen to him.
I mean, he was a real keeper. He looked at himself in the mirror – those cheekbones were to die for, he thought. Who would not want him as a boyfriend?
He was good at what he did. Ok, so maybe he smelled bad after a day working at the wastewater plant but was that his fault? Was that really a good reason to give up their relationship?
He pressed play on the voice mail again: “Jack, this is Jill. It’s over. I can’t stand this anymore. This relationship… Well, it stinks. Literally.”
He had called her hourly all day but she would not pick up.
Then he received this envelope. Maybe it was her apology. He had already decided he would forgive her and take her back.
He would still give her the room deodorizer, his Valentine's Day present, if she took him back. He figured that would solve the problem.
Sure, he could shower before he came home, like she had asked. But he preferred showering in the privacy of his own home.
Could the stink from his job really have caused the breakup?
He took a deep breath and opened the envelope.
His eyebrows went up when he saw that the handwriting on the letters was his.
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1 - Scott Butki
I forgot I even wrote this until I googled myself. Just read it aloud at an open mic nite.