Me, Myself, and I

The funy thing about Valentine's Day is that you don't notice it till you you have to suffer thru it alone.

I was not the kind of person who gives a frak's ass about this oh so "special" day. In fact it is just another day for me albeit fraught with an unbelievable amount of traffic and the often not so subtle hints from your love one.

Usually no special plans were made, no flowers, no reservations in a fancy restaurant.

Until one day, you are suddenly alone and then you long to make that call to a romantic hole in the wall restaurant, go online and choose that perfect gift, dream about the spark, the magical moment when your hearts and mind intertwine.

I guess the old adage remains true, you never know the value of something/someone till they are gone. . .