The last time I was single on Valentine's Day, I was 15. Then there was Chris for two years, James for three, and Rob for three. And now I'm 24. And there's me.

And I'm not sad or lonely. I have no desire to curse this day of hearts and flowers and romance. I am not bitter that on this day, I'm reminded that people are in love and happy. Because while I may not be in love today, I am happy.

I bought myself flowers. They're pretty and pink, and they're beautiful.

any thoughts? (2)����������������