The 14th of Feb. Yet another day following a year of anticipation, expectation and finally, regret. A day of roses, secret admirers and for the lucky few, sweet somethings (or nothings). From college days where the color of one's attire that day was an indicator of one's approachability in matters of the heart (on that day) - to the corporate world where - well, a indicator colour was pretty much near the bottom of the list of things one had to do that day, the day devoted to the memory of St. Valentine had indeed come a long way, for me I mean. Anticipation for hoping or daring to hope that this day this year would be something different - something maybe a little interesting was, well, just not to be.
So if I sound dejected, is it my fault..?
So if I sound dejected, is it my fault..?