I'm not possessive. I'm monogamous.

A bleeding heart torn apart
Left on an icy grave
In the room where they once lay
Face to face
And nothing could get in their way
But now the memories of a man
Are haunting her days
And the craving never fades
She's still dreaming of the man
Long forgiven, but not forgotten.
(Forgiven Not Forgotten, The Corrs)



Something from a year ago. Guess it got left out when I packed up stuff to "return" to him. So much for "always". Maybe I shouldn't get too excited about receiving proclamations of eternal love, unless it's also qualified with "Monogamously Yours". Come to think of it, maybe those weren't even his own words -- maybe it's a template sign-off provided by the florist. Gee...

Well? I'm not going to PRETEND that today didn't bother me. That's lame and I'm not ashamed about my emotional state. I don't even care what they say about the origins of Valentine's Day being a celebration of friendship (in any case, he was my lover AND my best friend too), or that love and friendship can be celebrated any other day, both of which just come across as more consolatory than anything else. Declined R's nice gesture to join her and girlfriends for dinner, and chose to bury myself in work with a BreadTalk pizza bun for company and left work at 10pm for the third night in a row.

Yeah, so what's so happy about Valentine's Day?

Don't you dare wish me H?*!! V:&!%*!!$ D!!

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Who would have thought? I'm just an ordinary girl from a middle-income nondescript family. Such "excitement" only happens to people who lead exciting lives. Sometimes, I feel that I don't deserve this...sometimes...