For the first 24 years of my life I was permanently single and it didn’t bother me. I had more interesting things to think about than boys. It probably didn’t help that most of my friends were boys, I was ‘one of the guys’ and it was clear that the word ‘boyfriend’ was one I didn’t have in my extensive vocabulary.
Four years ago (almost five) I met The Boy. I wasn’t looking, and I thought he was flirting with another girl at the training session we were in.
We don’t celebrate our anniversary and Valentine’s we buy silly, cheap presents and he makes me dinner.
I don’t think if you really love someone you need a special day to tell them. If you do, maybe you need to rethink a few things.
So, single, coupled up, whatever. How about you love yourself. Happy Palentine’s friends.
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