Okay...So scratch my last post.

There is about 13 minuets left of this Valentines Day.
And what did I do. Sit at home, down a six pack, and try to forget that I've never really had a true valentine. There were days when I was young and the innocence of two kids holding hands and exchanging overly cheesy Halmark cards was encouraged, but I never truly called it love.
I never truly had the feeling of what to do when I was in love. But today I feel like I could have shown how my heart feels. Overwhelming feelings of me wanting to hide flowers around your room just so I can imagine the smile on your face when you find them.
Halmark cards, not for you darling. For you I would make a masterpiece, fold it in half, write nothing but Love on the front and hope it makes your heart feel the way Mine does when you look me in the eyes. I'd do nothing but hope no matter what happens to me you could hold that masterpiece close to your heart and never let go.
I wish that you never let go.
With three minuets left in this day that I say I hate, but it's because I've never been given the chance to love.