Valentine's Heartache

Buddha was confident his gift would win Alan's eternal admiration. The sound of Alan's slow gait was intoxicating. Buddha hoped that Alan would head straight for his bedroom, but alas, Alan had a ritual he performed habitually every time he came home. Alan locked the deadbolt behind him. The sliding of the bolt jolted Buddha's heart. The incessant thumping was nearly deafening.

Alan then walked in to the kitchen and turned on the light, looked around, and immediately turned it off. "Blast", thought Buddha. "Alan, is doing it again."

Alan walked back into the living room and looked around. Apparently, not spying anything noteworthy, Alan continued on to his bedroom, more than likely, to check what was newly posted on Hulu.

"Finally!", thought Buddha. "My moment of vindication has arrived!" Alan seated himself in front of his computer. The monitor had entered sleep mode. From his perch, Buddha, impatiently anticipated Alan's exclamation of delight resulting from Buddha's heartfelt gift. Oddly enough, Alan did not move his mouse to unmask Buddha's masterpiece.

Alan swiveled around on his chair scanning his bedroom. "What is he doing?", questioned Buddha. "Ple-ee-ee-ee-ease! Look at your computer, my love!", Buddha pleaded silently.

Alan stopped his turning chair, perfectly facing his computer screen. "This is it!", thought Buddha. Alan's hand crept towards the mouse. Buddha stifled a whoop. Alan moved the mouse. The static electricity generated from the newly revived screen intensified the electricity coursing through Buddha's body, resulting in goose pimples. Buddha shivered as the hairs on the back of his neck stood at attention.

Alan glanced at the picture on his screen and bellowed, "WHO DID THIS?!" Buddha's heart sank deep within. He was overcome with a profound agony. The likes of which he was sure no one has ever felt before. Buddha's body convulsed with uncontrollable sobbing. The heartache was impossible to endure.

Buddha quickly retreated, both physically and emotionally, to a place of solace. Alan's heart would not be captured today. Buddha was uncertain if it was even possible. Who knows how much more heartbreak a heart can take? Buddha's heart was in a terrible, horrific place. Its resurrection was dubious, but only time will tell.

Suddenly, a thought struck Buddha, "Alan doesn't want just a glorious picture of myself, he needs...Me! My complete, elegant self."

To be continued...