Valentine's Day

This was the day girls could confess boys that they like them. In Japan... in my time (many moons ago)... I remember those days...

I always had a boy I liked. Once I confessed, I felt better although it always ended up broken heart. Just the fact I let them know made me feel better. Like I did what I could do (confessed) regardless of the result. I wasn't a popular girl, so I never had a boyfriend until I became 17. He was 4 years older college guy and I was in high school.

I was a still child. He wanted to marry me but I was too scared to go through with it.

Now after one marriage and a divorce, I don't know much about love between men and women anymore. I only loved one person in my entire life. (It wasn't my ex, by the way.) It takes a lot out of you. Seems like most of people in my age don't even believe in "true love" anymore. That's sad.

Maybe I'm hopelessly romantic. Not really, but I just hope to be hopelessly romantic, I guess.

I want to believe. Someday... somewhere... with someone... that magic moment again.