*PRESENT DAY: 7th December, 2023*
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Dear Reader,
February, known as the month of love, didn't hold the promise of me receiving flowers or chocolates from anyone in particular. It was the time when lovebirds suffocated singles with their cheesy words and affectionate displays.
While I didn't dismiss love as hogwash, I wasn't someone who'd date just for chocolates and hugs. I sought someone who would support not only my heart but also my art, and I patiently awaited his arrival.
Many people geared up for the month of love well in advance, unable to contain their excitement before February 1st. I often wondered how they coped with rejection because, out of a hundred confessions of love, seventy-five were likely to end in heartbreak. I anticipated February to be intriguing as the number of broken hearts would rise. I knew that February 15th would be dominated by heartbreak and melancholic tunes.
Dear Reader, I readied my popcorn and turned off my TV, expecting live drama. Observing this spectacle was bound to be interesting. Plus, I knew I wouldn't be on the list of "THE DEPRESSED OR HURT," or like those girls who might get intoxicated and scream "MEN ARE SCUM" from the rooftops.
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ContoPerhaps you assume my heart had been shattered in the past, leading me to vow never to love again. If such assumptions arise, they're not far from the truth. My heart did endure fractures before, but never did I vow not to love. It seems my system u...
