I really used to hate this so called holiday because, why else, I never had anyone with whom to share it. Now I don't care. It's an excuse to buy discounted chocolates and sparkly pens at the dollar store and my friends and I usually all go out to eat, making this sickeningly sweet day bearable. However there is a fantasy which lingers year round in my mind and rears its ugly head at around this time. It goes as such:

I wake up on Valentine's day, eager as I always am in the morning. I have pink clothing already picked out from the night before. I get dressed, gather my books, and head out to class. I notice something on my way out. It's a dozen roses and inside a card is attached. I read the card. It is from a secret admirer who has noticed my beauty from afar and wants me to meet him at a romantic restaurant later this evening. I comply with his request. When I get to the restaurant I survey my surroundings for any single-looking guys. Then I see him. I know right away it was he who sent the flowers. Our eyes meet and without even opening our mouths, we've already said more than enough. Slowly we advance towards one another, our eyes burning with passion. We sit down for dinner and I discover that he is my soulmate, and he feels the same way about me. After dinner we talk for hours and I fall asleep, my head resting on his chest. He wakes me up to see the sun rise. I head back to my room and tell all my friends.

I am considering a career in romantic novels.