My 70-year-old grandma received a Valentine’s gift from the only man she ever truly loved—a love she lost fifty years ago. But when she refused to see him, afraid of what the past might bring, I knew I had to step in. Could I reunite them after all this time, or was some love meant to stay in the past? Valentine’s Day felt like a magical holiday when you’re in a relationship—romance everywhere, couples in love, and happiness all around. But when you’re single, it becomes a cruel joke, reminding you of how miserable you are—romance everywhere, annoying couples in love, and everyone is happy except you. I couldn’t stand the sight of all the hearts, plush toys, and flowers, so I decided to visit my grandmother, who lived in a small town where things moved slower, and holidays didn’t feel as overwhelming. There were three days left until Valentine’s Day, and I just wanted it to be over. Suddenly, I heard my grandmother’s sharp voice calling out from the other room. “Natalie!” she cried. “I can’t find my glasses. Who is this letter from?” She held an envelope with neat, unfamiliar handwriting. I turned it over and saw a name—“Todd.” Her expression changed. “Todd?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. She snatched the letter from my hands and tore it open. A small Valentine’s card and a folded note slipped out. She handed them to me, her hands trembling. “Read it,” she said. I unfolded the card first. “It says, ‘I still love you,’” I read aloud. My chest tightened. She didn’t react, her eyes still locked on the note. I took a breath and read the letter aloud: “My dearest Mary, fifty years ago, we shared one night—a night that changed me forever. I never forgot you, but you never came to the train station in Paris, and you broke my heart. But I found you through your granddaughter’s social media. If you still remember me, meet me at the New York train station, same day, same time. Forever yours, Todd.” Silence filled the room. My throat tightened as I looked at my grandmother, who was frozen, tears slipping down her face. “Who is Todd?” I asked softly. She wiped her eyes and whispered, “The only man I ever truly loved.” I stared at her. “What about Grandpa?” She looked down at the letter. “I loved him, but Todd… Todd was different. We met in Paris. I was a tourist, he was a student. We spent one perfect night walking the city, talking. The next morning, I had to fly home. We promised to meet one year later, same day, same station.” “And what happened?” I asked. She swallowed hard. “My mother died. Her funeral was the same day. I couldn’t tell him. There were no phones, no way to reach him.” I exhaled slowly. “So you never saw him again?” She shook her head. “What day was it?” I whispered. “February 14,” she replied quietly. “The most romantic day of the year, in the most romantic city on Earth,” I muttered, staring at the letter. She sighed. “You have to go meet him,” I urged. Her face hardened. “No. Absolutely not.” “Why not?” I pressed. “I let him down that day,” she replied, her voice shaking. “Who knows what would have happened if I had gone?” “But he wants to see you now!” I argued. “No,” she said firmly. “End of discussion.” My grandmother was stubborn, and I knew she wouldn’t agree no matter how much I begged. So, I had to take matters into my own hands. On February 14, I put on my coat and grabbed the car keys. “Grandma, I need to run an errand. Come with me,” I said. She barely looked up. “What kind of errand?” “It’ll be quick,” I said. “I don’t want to go alone.” She sighed and put down her knitting. “Fine, fine. Let me get my coat.” I drove her to the train station. She frowned and asked, “Where exactly are we going?” I said, “New York.” She gasped. “What?! You need to meet Todd,” I said. “He remembered you after all these years.” “No way! Turn this car around!” she yelled. “No,” I said firmly. She folded her arms and turned away, refusing to look at me. When we finally arrived at the station, I parked the car. “Come on,” I urged. She didn’t move. “Grandma,” I said, but she stayed still. I sighed. “You might be stubborn, but so am I,” I said, pulling her arm. We entered the busy station, and I scanned the crowd for a man in his seventies. My heart pounded, but I saw no one. “He’s not coming,” my grandmother murmured. “He probably wants to get back at me.” Just as I started to lose hope, a man my age walked up to us, looking nervous. “Are you Mary?” he asked. “Yes. Who are you?” she replied. “I’m Justin, Todd’s grandson,” he said. “I sent you the letter.” My mouth dropped open. “Does Todd know about this?” I asked. Justin hesitated. “No. But he told me the story. He said he’d spent his life regretting that he never found you. I couldn’t just sit back, so I found you, Natalie, and then I found Mary through you.” “So we came all this way for nothing?” I asked, frustrated. “No,” Justin said quickly. “My grandfather wants to see Mary. He’s just afraid she won’t want to see him.” My grandmother shook her head. “I told you we shouldn’t have come.” She turned to leave. “Wait,” I said. “How do I know Todd won’t just slam the door in my grandmother’s face?” Justin softened. “He won’t. Every word in that letter was his. I just wrote it because he didn’t have the courage to.” “If he really wanted this, he would’ve written it himself,” my grandmother scoffed. “You didn’t go to Paris fifty years ago, and you were scared to come here, too,” I retorted. “So… do you want to see Todd or not?” She didn’t answer. “Please,” Justin said. “I just want to make my grandfather happy.” I sighed. “We’ll go,” I said. “Someone should get to be in love on Valentine’s Day.” Justin smiled. We arrived at Todd’s building. Justin led us to the apartment and knocked on the door. “Grandpa, it’s me!” he called. A voice from inside replied, “I’m coming!” Justin pulled me aside as my grandmother stood alone in front of the door. The knob turned. The door opened. A man stepped out. His hair was gray, his posture slightly hunched. His face changed the moment he saw her. “Mary…” he whispered. My grandmother’s face softened. “You remember me?” she asked quietly. Todd’s eyes filled with emotion. “How could I ever forget?” They stood frozen, staring at each other. Then, Todd stepped forward, pulling her into his arms. She let out a small sob as she clung to him. Justin turned to me. “We did good,” he said. “You convinced Mary to come, didn’t you?” “Yeah,” I said. “We make a good team.” He grinned. “Maybe we should celebrate over dinner?” I smiled. “We’ll see