valentine's day, mostly sad isn't it?


i confess i find valentine’s day bittersweet. in my twenties and early thirties it seemed that every valentine’s day without fail i spent alone and usually with a broken heart. there was one that was particularly bad and i remember it so well because my heart was so completely broken it almost felt good if you can grasp that. being young and alone and not having really let go of someone yet. i was in a bar in san francisco and didn’t know a soul. i sat down and had a drink, surrounded by couples and hipsters. i suddenly realized i had to get out of there quick. i was suffocating in despair. it took a very long couple of minutes to reach the door and as i made my way through all the lovey dovey this song was playing and i’ll never forget that moment.

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