![]() Just bags under my eyes from staying up way too late. February the 15th came and we said our goodbye’s, now don’t get me wrong- he’s a good looking guy- but did I feel any more satisfied, than if I’d of text back “ I’m busy” and lied? I still had no boyfriend, no flowers, no date. ![]() For it’s really quite sad that we’re entwined in eachother, caved to the day’s pressures of needing a lover. ![]() Craving some contact, some romantic attention, we head on upstairs giving the day not much mention. After a brief introduction and a token gesture chat, we ditch my housemate- I was fickle like that. In strides my blonde Valentine’s booty call, a bag of Haribos’ in hand, he’s not that bad after all. Thirty minutes later and there’s knocking at the door “That’ll be for me!”, for that I was sure. That night I was greeted by a “ What you doing?” text, I should’ve said I’m busy, but we all know what comes next. But the her was me, and the housemate was she and we dined in alone, the two singles of May Street. Instagram Facebook memories flashed up with an old post reminder, of my housemate’s gallant efforts to wine and fine dine her. For amongst all the glee, the roses and the clutter, I’m fine here alone, making pancakes with butter. “ I wonder who he’ll be, what he’ll do, what he’ll look like” I promise you mum, I’m really alright. “ There’s always next year” they lovingly share, worrying that I’m sitting home in despair. Trending topics on twitter of how people try to snag dates, and reassuring messages from my family and mates. The topic of being alone is one in which has graced my ‘blog idea’s’ notes for a while now, but there was something about today, Valentine’s Day it seems, which has magnetised me towards my keyboard and made me actually punch out some words.Ī day full of “ Boy done good” facebook posts and shouts of declaration, Instagram pics of throwback holiday destinations. It’s the evening of February the 14th, and after a day full of small gestures of self-love I’ve poured myself a large glass of Merlot and hunkered on down to put together this piece.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |