Valentines Day

A few days before Valentines, one year ago, a boy asked me out. This was totally unexpected for I had never been asked out on Valentines day. I was in a bit of a fluster, naturally.

Questions ran through my head. Did this boy like me? Or was this just a friendly dinner between two friends and it just happened to be Valentines that Sunday? Or did he just want to spy on the girl he secretly liked and that was why he wanted me along for decoy?

I could have spared myself the anxiety because on the day itself, an hour or so after I bought a new T-shirt because I had nothing casual and decent to wear... a few hours before the actual date, he cancelled.

I was actually a bit angry and slightly embarrassed for looking forward to the evening, but I graciously accepted that he couldn't make it because HIS MOTHER WASHED THE PANTS HE WAS GOING TO WEAR BY ACCIDENT AND HE HAD NOTHING TO WEAR.

I think if he had come up with a better excuse, I would have been less miffed.

So I ended up having dinner with my bestfriend because her date had ended quite early. We talked about it and had a good laugh. And then he texted, asking where we were and all, and if he could join us.

So we ended up together on Valentines day after all. The three of us went to IT park and talked about nothing in particular and star-gazed and had a good laugh at a lot of things. And thus ended Valentines day, 2010.

What struck me most that night, was the fact that although I had every right to be angry with that boy, I wasn't. Not one bit. I probably already loved him then already.

To the boy who backed out on Valentines Day, 2010, Happy Hearts Day! I love you much.

<3

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