I am not a fan of February. Terrible things always happen in this month. The last few years have not been an exception either.
Plus, there's that damn 14th right in the middle.
Do you know I've never dated anyone at Valentine's Day? It's true. In 36 years I have never once had a Valentine. It never really bothered me that much until this year. Because I had thought this stupid year was going to be different.
And guess what? It is different. Because now instead of just being alone, I am alone and heartbroken.
I had been seeing these sweet Victorian-inspired Valentine cards and pictures at many antique stores recently. I had planned on buying some and making a cute garland with them. But plans have a tendency of changing.
So here I am, waiting anxiously for March.
1 comment:
sista, I'm right there with you. You know how I feel about February. It's short for a reason- sister diagnosed with breast cancer, father with lung disease, my tonsillectomy, bad dog fights, etc.
It will get better, Jen. I hope the antique shopping was cathartic.
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