I don’t hate Valentine’s Day. I haven’t had a boyfriend for nearly five years, and I still don’t hate Valentine’s Day. I love that people do something special, something they might not be able to do every day of the year but can once. I love roses, and chocolates, and the kisses, and all that gooey stuff.
What I do hate is that I never have someone to spend it with. No one to buy me a rose, or chocolates, or take me out to eat, or kiss me before we fall asleep. I am alone on Valentine’s Day, and that is what makes me want to cry, not the holiday itself.
So until next year, St. Valentines.