Now that I think about it, it seems like I'm always breaking up near Valentine's Day. Hm.
This Valentine's Day was different - possibly the first one I've spent without my man/love interest. Went snowboarding with the boys, met Woody on the slopes ("I'll be at the trick park" "No, I am NOT going to join you there"), fell unnecessarily often, died of cold because I was stupidly wearing only a tank top under my coat and no hat, drove Des' car home. Went to the mall with the girlies, wore tacky Valentine's Day-themed clothing (Jenny's shirt was screaming "LOVE" and butterflies and sparklies, Inshi's was hot pink, mine was heart-printed), watched the worst movie in history (Something Shopaholic - be warned), grooved to 60's music while waiting half an hour for a cab, and almost didn't make it back to Cornell. Very sweet. Stayed up guzzling beer and exchanging secrets with a drunken roomie, talked to the mum for an hour, collapsed in bed at 5 am and got up at noon.
It's ok to be single.
Plus, look what arrived most unexpectedly at the door. A huge-ass bouquet of twelve long-stemmed red roses in a glass vase. By far the most beautiful bouquet I've ever received. I stood wide-eyed with mouth agape and stuttering for a full five minutes.
Thank you, you're an amazing friend. I'm very touched.
They're next to me on my desk now and are even taller than me when I'm sitting down.