Valentine's day

His eyes were heavy, they kept wanting to close. He needed sleep so desperately, it left a bad taste in his mouth. He should have been asleep hours ago. Instead, here he was, gripping the steering wheel tightly, driving way too fast.
He had to be there when she woke up. He had to have the flowers in place, chocolates, coffee ready, etc. It was to be the perfect wake up. She would be totally surprised to see him. He was supposed to be hours away, which is why he was so tired. He hadn't been to sleep, instead choosing to drive halfway across the south just to be in her arms.
She felt she was taken for granted, that he didn't care. She was afraid that the best times they had lay behind them. It would end like all the rest, predictable and unsatisfactory. She wanted romance, she wanted excitement, she felt he provided none of that. He was determined to change that. He was determined to show her what love truly was about. Every day a new experience because of the one you were with. Every challenge accepted and enjoyed because it allowed you to spend time with each other.
He pressed the accelerator, he had to make up time. He had to be there when she woke. He needed to look in her eyes and tell her he loved her. He needed to show her that there was a different way. He needed her in ways he didn't fully understand, but knew would take a lifetime of growing together to achieve. Some things had to be felt rather than spoken.
He looked at the clock. He wasn't going to make it. No matter the speed, or traffic laws he broke, she was going to be gone when he arrived. He had failed. He wouldn't get to see her, he wouldn't get to look her in the eye and say "goodbye".