It has been FOUR years since I spent my Valentine's Day in the bay.
To this day, it remains as one of the most beautiful Valentine's Days I've had in my life... it holds a top 50 spot in my favorite moments of all-time.
I think about the day and I smile. There is no anger, no resentment, no sadness... just a bit of nostalgia and happiness.
I'm always told not to live in the past, but I can't help it. Memories are what keep my heart beating. Memories keep the smile on my face. Memories make my life worthwhile. Memories help me bypass the pain.
I have difficulty releasing the negative memories, why in the world would I refuse to latch on to the beautiful ones?
February 14th, 2001: the "love of my life" knocked up the school whore.
I hated Valentines Day for who knows how long.
February 14th, 2009: the boy I claimed as "mine," as well as his brother, showed me the sweetest, most hilarious time of my life on a rainy, chilly weekend.
I've spent all Valentines since then just... enjoying the sight of my friends on this day... especially when they have a good day.
It's nice to see what life can be like... when it's good.
No use in hating... just ride that wave.
I spent many years wondering if I ever crossed your mind on this day... if even for a few seconds... if only just a quick flash of my image... for whatever reason... anything.
Just think of me...
Years.
Just another girl... nothing more, nothing less.
Seven words that violently shook me awake from my dream state. Seven words that forced me to open my eyes. Seven words that punched me to the cold reality. Seven words that... seven words... who would ever think seven words could be so powerful?
Seven words helped me see how truly insignificant I could be.
Seven words killed me.
I was but a grain of sand in one of the many oceans of MY "Sun"'s universe.
To this day, it remains as one of the most beautiful Valentine's Days I've had in my life... it holds a top 50 spot in my favorite moments of all-time.
I think about the day and I smile. There is no anger, no resentment, no sadness... just a bit of nostalgia and happiness.
I'm always told not to live in the past, but I can't help it. Memories are what keep my heart beating. Memories keep the smile on my face. Memories make my life worthwhile. Memories help me bypass the pain.
I have difficulty releasing the negative memories, why in the world would I refuse to latch on to the beautiful ones?
February 14th, 2001: the "love of my life" knocked up the school whore.
I hated Valentines Day for who knows how long.
February 14th, 2009: the boy I claimed as "mine," as well as his brother, showed me the sweetest, most hilarious time of my life on a rainy, chilly weekend.
I've spent all Valentines since then just... enjoying the sight of my friends on this day... especially when they have a good day.
It's nice to see what life can be like... when it's good.
No use in hating... just ride that wave.
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I spent many years wondering if I ever crossed your mind on this day... if even for a few seconds... if only just a quick flash of my image... for whatever reason... anything.
Just think of me...
Years.
Just another girl... nothing more, nothing less.
Seven words that violently shook me awake from my dream state. Seven words that forced me to open my eyes. Seven words that punched me to the cold reality. Seven words that... seven words... who would ever think seven words could be so powerful?
Seven words helped me see how truly insignificant I could be.
Seven words killed me.
I was but a grain of sand in one of the many oceans of MY "Sun"'s universe.
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