Jack Fernandez sat at the edge of the bench, the wind lifting petals into the air, some landing on him.

He was always surrounded by admirers.

But he didn’t notice them. He only lifted his head when I approached.

His eyes were full of me, and I always thought this must be the love I had been searching for.

“You’re here? I got you a birthday present. See if you like it,” he said, handing me a beautifully wrapped gift box.

I couldn’t help but think about yesterday’s birthday, and suddenly, I felt a bit emotional.

Tears welled up at the corners of my eyes as I took the delicate...