When the first day of Febuary rolls along, I'm usually like a bitter old spinster. I have these really weird want to have someone special only because of the season, which is totally wrong. I think it's the hopeless romantic sorta anxious part of me that I sincerely want to ignore for the rest of my life. So, when the day of hearts came along, I was not in a pleasant mood. My self-esteem was so low that dwarfs could have walked over it and had room to spare. (haha, weird line, but I can't help it. ü)I was feeling sad and lonely and, well frankly, unloved. Though, by any means, I knew I wasn't unloved. But I wasn't loved in *that* way which made me really really sad. I think you get the point.

So, at the beginning of the day, I prepped myself up for the lack of roses, chocolates and candies shaped in hearts, love notes and little suprises that most of the girls would be receiving. I was in bitter old spinster mode. But then, at the end of the day, the most pleasant thing happened, our block boys gave us a cookie heart on a stick and a card with their messages written on it. It was a small gesture, but a really really sweet one that made the spinster disappeare and the 18 year old return. And I lurved them for it.