Forced to Eat My Words


Funny, how fate never takes a day off…

Mere hours after complaining of the superficial direction that February 14th appeared to be heading, what else do I find awaiting me at my first class than this single crimison blossom, “admirer” in tow.  A late gift, not because he forgot thought – It’s true that he had mentioned his dillema the previous day, so it wasn’t a last minute idea.
I put this in quotes simply because it is a complicated, confusing matter, as matters of the heart usually are.  For now, I will accept this at face value, flattered, slightly embarassed, and very appreciative of the friends I have.

Maybe it’s not such a bad holiday, after all.

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