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The dark side of Valentine’s Day

What happens when the year’s most romantic day turns ugly?

Over the past couple of days I’ve noticed a plethora of rose bouquet remains scattering the grounds of SMU’s campus.

Of course, Valentines Day occurred Tuesday, and scenes of young couple holding hands and doing other PDA-related things filled my mind.

In the midst of all this love, however, I began to wonder where all of these bouquet corpses originated.

I have just one theory ­— for some guys and girls, Valentine’s Day sucked.

I predict that these bouquet deaths were caused by human action.

Some boyfriend or girlfriend tried to express his or her love to their partner by giving the traditional 12 red roses this week.

On their walk back to the car or room, said flower-distributor probably said something that didn’t ring too well with their better half.

Perhaps someone discussed an old affair in conversation, or how great their ex-lover was.

Possibly no other gift was given (because flowers are not a gift, they’re something you pick up with hummus at Tom Thumb).

Nonetheless, several people obviously left a date night mad as hell, confused and hurt.

In return, some poor bouquet was sacrificed.

I envision beatings and slaps, strong swings of the arm swung at ill-fated sweethearts who don’t know what they did wrong.

As the petals, then the thorns and finally the shaft of the roses hit the unsuspecting now ex-boyfriend or girlfriend, the realization that roses are not only weapons of mass destruction, but weapons that pierce straight in the heart.

The blood-red remains of these battles litter the ground like cigarette butts on the sidewalk, monuments of love burned out, monuments to a slow-burning fire extinguished.

No more love-drunk breaths will be inhaled from those relationships.

However, I assume that considering the amount of flowers bought during this time of year, other bouquets met better fates and other lovers remained conjoined by their hands and their hearts.

But let these sacrificed rose-bunches be reminders of what can go wrong, and boys, girls don’t screw it up.

Michael is a sophomore majoring in communications studies and religious studies. 

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