On February 14, I grabbed the car keys. “Grandma, I need to run an errand. Will you come with me?” I asked casually.

We got into the car, and as I started driving, I noticed her staring out the window, frowning.

“You have to meet Todd,” I said. “He remembered you all these years.”

Her face flushed. “No! Turn this car around right now!”

“No,” I replied, firmly.

The rest of the ride was quiet. I knew she was upset, but I also knew she needed this.

When we arrived at the station, it was bustling with people, but I couldn’t spot anyone familiar.

Then, a man around my age walked toward us.

“Are you Mary?” he asked.

My grandmother straightened up. “Yes. Who are you?”

“My name’s Justin. I’m Todd’s grandson,” he said. “I sent you the letter.”

I was stunned. “What?! Does Todd even know you’re here?”

Justin paused for a moment. “No. He’s regretted not finding you for all these years. So I decided to find you.”

I threw my hands up in frustration. “So, we came all this way for nothing?!”

Justin quickly explained, “My grandfather really wants to see Mary, but he’s afraid she won’t want to see him.”

I took a deep breath. “We’ll go,” I said. “Someone deserves to experience love on Valentine’s Day.”

We made our way to Todd’s building. Justin led us to the apartment and knocked on the door.

An older man opened the door. His hair was gray, and his posture was slightly bent. But when he saw my grandmother, his face softened with recognition.

“Mary…” he whispered.

“You remember me,” my grandmother said softly, her voice barely audible.

Todd’s eyes welled with emotion. “How could I ever forget?”

They stood frozen, locked in each other’s gaze, neither saying a word.

Finally, Todd stepped forward and pulled my grandmother into a tight embrace. She let out a soft sob as she clung to him, and for the first time in years, they were together again.