Letter to my valentine

The letter

Valentines day is comping up everyone, but that's not what I'm exited about. I'm more exited about the half of chocolate the next day because guess what I'm single, but that doesn't mean I hate valentines day, no I love it. It's Just one of the many days that singles get to feel worse about themselves for being single.being single.When did being single become some sort of disease that everyone wants to get rid of? Why does everyone think that being in a relationship or married is superior to being alone? Our culture places such an emphasis on being part of a couple that it makes single people feel like lepers sometimes.Being single is great you get to play the field!" They'll say. "Ugh, I miss that beginning feeling of something new," they'll moan. "Just knowing anything can happen has to be so exciting!" They'll insist.

But they're wrong. They're so, so wrong. Because, in this day and time no one under the age of 30 has any desire to commit to anything but a Netflix binge.Sure, "playing the field" is fun, but also rage-provoking and anxiety-inducing. No one plays games, yet everyone plays games. Everyone's sick of the bullshit that comes with dating, yet they're the biggest part of the problem. Oh and that "something new" feeling that everyone seems to be so jealous over. It only lasts until the wondering and worrying when/if you'll ever hear from or see them again comes charging into the front door of your mind, setting up shop for weeks on end.

Guess what I'll be doing on valentines day, I'll be sitting in my room obsessively watching movies and stuffing my face with any sweets I can find because that's the only time I can forget their stupid faces.

Write a letter to your Valentine they say, write a love letter to your special someone they say.Well sweetheart my special feelings towards my special someone are not returned.My love is udrequented.

Your gonna get a love letter alright, along with explanations and clarifications as to why I really don't like valentines day.

Here's my love letter to my unreqiented love.When we first met, I had no clue that you would be this important to me.This is the first letter I'm writing to you. No, I shouldn't say that. It's not the first, but it's the first and last  you'll hear. I've written so many letters to you.  My feelings are so hard to put into words. I've tried writing poems, paragraphs upon paragraphs, but they all just disappear as soon as they're formed.

Well Here goes nothing.

I was scared to love you at first, out of fear that you would hurt me, but I let you in and I think it's the best thing I could have done. Now, the only problem is that I have to wake up from my dreams, and return to reality.

I never new love could be such a sweet feeling. You are my strength and my weakness, my joy and my headache but I am so glad that every morning I wake up and think about you and every night I dream about you. It's a nice change from the nightmares. I hoped if things had been different that I'd be good enough for you. This has been a recent feeling, and it just hurts more, this stupid feeling in the back of my mind, knowing that you've found somebody else who is "better".  Someone who can give you everything and anything your heart desires, someone who you can see everyday, someone popular, someone you'd be proud to show off . . . someone who is better than I am.

  I'm scared to lose you when you were never mine to begin with.

I lay in bed at night and my brain does that thing again –that thing where it picks a memory of you and amplifies, magnifies, copies And pastes, and basically overloads my mind with nothing but you. Then my throught chokes up and chest starts to hurt and I have this overwhelming urge to cry because it's times like these when I want you next to me so badly it physically hurts. I literally ache for you. And I wonder if anyone could ever feel this way about me.