I have every intention of acting the fool tomorrow and pretending I'm giddy and far from saddened. The truth is, of course, that I'm a giant, smelly liar.
I am aching to be with the person I love more than anything. I am perpetually drawn towards the reality that he is entirely unattainable for the next long while, and that hurts more than any greeting card and box of candy could subdue or diminish.
I have Valentines here to love and keep cheerful and jaunty around, but the one I miss the most will just have to share in the sentiment of my words.
I love you.
I guess that's all I can possibly say.
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