Deary Forty-Five,
Today is Valentines Day. The day of love, happiness, chocolate, and happy couples. I've never fully understood this day in my short years. And as I've grown older the day just seems to be more and more daunting. I almost beg for the following day to come. Not only to rid my mind of realizing its alone but to get discount chocolate.
I think I'm happy on my own forty-five. But maybe I'm just lying to myself. Maybe we all are. Is anyone ever truly happy?
Sincerely,
Dre
