Well, happy Valentine's day.

This is an odd little day for me. We never made a big deal about Valentine's Day, partly beause I think it's a made-up holiday, and partly because we were usually saving money. So we never really did the big V-day dinner, or anything in that vein. As a matter of fact,


So why is it that I miss the flowers? The candies? Actually, fuck all that stuff, I miss him. I miss the talking, the hugging, the hand-holding, the knowing he's there for me.

I really wanted to write more, but what else is there left for me to say?