valentine’s day is such a weird holiday. the pressure to have emotions towards another human being feels insurmountable. i hate it.
i’ve never had a ‘successful’ valentine’s day but it is nice to reflect on what happened each year on this day. my writing teacher calls this ‘chronicles of valentine’s day past.’
pre-2011: too young to care about love but enjoyed delicious chocolates that would go on sale post-valentine’s day
2011: fourth grade. a guy confessed he liked me. i never had that happen until this point. he sat next to me in class. i didn’t like him back so i told him that. he was sad. i didn’t realize i broke his heart because i never liked him.
2012: fifth grade. we had valentine's day candy grams for sale. i got an anonymous one from an admirer but never figured out who it was.
2013-2018: sixth grade. i liked this guy who sat next to me. he was good at playing saxophone. i decided to learn saxophone too. i sat next to him in band high school junior year. nothing actually ever…