Love

Aaah, love. The unmistakeable human emotion that attracts two people together like moths to a candle flame. I was in love once. I was foolish to think it was real but I really loved the girl. She moved away and broke my heart. I couldn't stop thinking about her for 3 years. I'm over her now but sometimes I can still remember the pain. Years later, I was sitting at a computer complaining about Valentine's Day and how I've never had a reason to celebrate it. This was after another failed attempt at obtaining a girlfriend. Now this year, I tried to engage a woman in conversation. A person I went to school with. I thought we were good friends but apparently not good enough. She won't even give me a reply, even just to say "Screw you!" Instead I am forced to wonder if she even got my message. I guess I will never know. I have decided that this is the last time I am pouring out my heart and soul to a girl that may or may not even like me. From now on, I will stop trying so hard and focus on bettering myself instead of wasting time yearning for the affections of the opposite sex. It is a futile journey and I have given up. I refuse to go on this wild goose chase of love because I always find the dead ends and no clues. I'm beginning to think there is no solution. This is why I hate Valentine's Day.