Valentine’s isn’t for the broken
I’m a hopeless romantic. I hope too much, and it gets me hurt... I want what I use to have... Maybe not exactly like my last, but I want to be something special to someone. This year will be my first year without a Valentine’s date in years, but I guess it will just be another day.
This year, I hope you look your new girl in the eyes and see mine. When she laughs at your stupid jokes, I hope you hear my laugh. When you’re trying to figure what to get her, where to take her, and how you’re gonna look, I hope you remember what you did for me the last few years. I hope you get choked up when she does something cheesy and corny, but not because it’s so good, but because you know it’s something I would do... I hope you realize she won’t know you like I did.
As for me, I hope I can find a single friend to help me shake of these Valentine’s blues. I hope I meet a guy to dance the night away. At the end of the night, I’ll kiss him on the cheek and slip away into the night.
But it’s just hopes, and they get me hurt.
















