Well, it's here again. That pesky holiday that reminds single ladies everywhere that they're, once again, single. The dreaded Valentine's Day...or, as I like to call it, "Singles Awareness Day".
Even if you're 100% secure in yourself and content with being single on February 13th, when that clock turns to 12:01am on the morning of February 14th, it's only natural to fall into a deep depression and eat your way through a large heart box of chocolates that your mother sent you.
Remember back in the day when Valentine's Day was fun? The few days prior would be spent crafting your own mailbox, which usually consisted of a paper bag, glitter and construction paper hearts. Everyone would bring sweet treats and cards into their elementary school classrooms and deliver small tokens of affection to their friends and classmates.
Maybe it was just me but, every year, I'd get home from school on February 14th, dump my bag-o-goodies out on my bed and try to decipher what the boys' handwriting meant. "He signed his name with a heart over the 'i'...that must mean he loves me."
I'm pretty sure that if I went through my "Special Box", full of childhood memories, pictures and school projects, I'd find some Valentine's Day cards signed by the crush of that particular school year. These names are being withheld for confidentiality reasons.
When does Valentine's Day take on a new meaning? Was it those damn high school years? I knew those rose sales and candy grams would totally backfire!
To all my friends and family, I hope you all have an amazing Valentine's Day and know that I'm thinking of you fondly.
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