  Valentine's Day I had the most wonderful Valentine's Day -- EVER! In the past, I've never had a reason to celebrate Valentine's Day, mainly because I didn't have a Valentine to share it with.
I used to be a little bitter about it too, and I totally admit it. Yes. That is correct. But so would anyone! After years of being alone, I can say that I grew to become anti-Valentine. The day would come and go, and I'd stay at home, in bed, looking like shit, and watch Pretty in Pink a few hundred times. I mean, it's a day of love and I was missing out because I was alone. I think everyone would agree (single people, I don't care what you say, you know I speak the truth!
) that being alone of Valentine's Day is like the saddest day of the year. It is depressing and unfair. I too want to be in love. I too want to hold hands, walk on the beach, have a nice dinner, kiss, hug, snuggle up, have strawberries and whipped creme and eat it off of bodies. I too want to hear the words 'I love you', 'Happy Valentine's Day baby! ', and even, 'Will you marry me?
' (in some cases, it happens, or so I'm told). Its hard to believe, but in all my 24 years of existing, I've never had a Valentine's Day worth remembering... until now. This Valentine's Day was everything I heard it could be. Okay, so there wasn't any walks on the beach, nice dinners, or even strawberries, naked bodies and whipped creme. But there was love. Lots of love. And really, isn't that what Valentine's Day is really all about? 
