A Valentines Card
I opened it on my bed, a million glittering multicoloured hearts spilled from the huge red envelope; in spite of myself I can't stop grinning. I sat there pushing them around (I'm never going to find them all and I have a feeling I'll be finding them in my hair for a few days.) They stuck to the card, different sizes, shiny and delightful.
I love you and I can't do anything about it printed neatly in rows of rememberances.
There's none of the stabbing feeling there anymore for me, so it made me grin with delight and remembered joy, but I feel slightly guilty because I'm not sure we're on the same page anymore. It's been so long. programs to a concert I'd go to if I had any way of being in London. emo straight out of the caribbean! reads the little blurb above a sad looking stitched mouth doll face. Tripped and falling: Victoria, the cd has romantic script and red roses on a white background and a huge crack right through one side. I can't even listen to it, but it doesn't matter, I will hear it eventually.
I made it through today, now I'm starting the next essay due at 3pm tomorrow, and you know, even though my body feels like it's about to fall apart, I'm happy and there are tiny, shiny hearts in my bed. ha.