From the second I woke up this morning, it was like a blow to the chest. All I have been able to think about is last valentines day. I remember stepping out of the shower, to see you sitting on my bed with flowers, chocolate, and a bear. My mom had let you in without me knowing and she made us breakfast. You drove me to school, kissed me goodbye, and were back at 11:30 to take me to lunch. It was perfect. And here I am a year later, not only without you as my valentine, but without you in my life completely. I know that you don’t deserve to be a part of me anymore, but even the horrible things you’ve done to me, won’t stop me from missing you. I thought to myself that maybe it was just the fact of HAVING valentine that I missed. But honestly, no matter who would have asked me to be theirs, he would never compare to you. I thought I was finished crying. I thought I had finally picked up all the pieces and put them back together. This day sucks.
