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Valentine's Day Special!

«LALISA»

14th February.

Valentine's Day.

A day that all persons ㅡ whether single or in a relationship remember. Singles to cry about being alone while people dating to show their love to the world.

Me? I have mixed feelings towards this day. Yes, I enjoy watching couples walking along streets, clinging onto each other and enjoying a day dedicated only for them two, the romantic essence in the air being a witness of their love.

But on the other hand, a certain melancholia drapes me, trying to remind I don't have anyone to spend the day with. It starts off a bright cold winter morning and ends up as a day filled with remorse.

It's always been like that; particularly because of my cold personality that doesn't like mixing up with people. I've been so crushed in my own life that having someone else step in to help me makes me feel rather awkward than grateful for them.

I've had a rough life to start with. My parents suffered a car accident when I was just a toddler. My mother passed away and my father suffered a severe nerve impairment and he'd been deaf ever since.

Growing up, I have always dedicated my life to my father, by learning sign language to communicate with him better, work a couple extra shifts to support the two of us. Teaching myself sign language has been the most difficult part for me, since my father couldn't help me nor understand me initially, before I got better into it. He misses mom, he always does. I've seen him get nostalgic everyday during Valentine's day. This was one of the reasons why he never remarried.

He's extremely caring; he has been supportive of my decisions and has taken up both responsibilities of a parent. He has seen me grow up, work hard before him. He wishes to listen to the deep concealed fears, the pain I go through.

But what a felony, some feelings are best when kept to oneself.

I always admire the lovely decorations, all heart and rose themed along the corridors of my college, even in the local diner where I work as a waitress.

I've never got a note, a single rose to this day. I see dreams that one day someone will leave at least a card in my locker, but that's all what it is: a dream.

Although my only friend, Jisoo keeps assuring me that it's not entirely my fault given how reserved I am as a person, but I can't help but think it is. Someday I believe things are bound to change, maybe love isn't just made for me.

There's a limited number of people I confide myself in. A small group of friends and coworkers. And a guy I see everyday at the bus stop.

A guy by the name of Jeon Jungkook.

I've seen a couple number of times at the diner. He always orders a banana milk and bread stuffed with red bean paste. I have completely memorized it, because he visits here mostly thrice a week, at alternate days. Coincidentally, he happens to take the bus route as me, for his swimming classes.

Although most people feel very intimidated talking to me, I never see him getting flustered by my strict stature. Because he's always bubbly when he greets me at the bus stop, we even get to share seats at times.