Ok, so after Valentine's Day #28 spent alone, like the previous 27, I have a mini confession. And since I'm pretty sure only one person reads this, it's all good.
I want one person in my life who has chosen me to love for the rest of his life. I want to be able to fall into his arms when it's been a long day, and hold him when his day was terrible. I would love flowers on my birthday and random notes throughout the year, just because. Or even a guy who would sit with me in a hot bath with a glass of wine once in a while. I'd love the feeling of a hand in mine as we walk, or an arm around my waist or shoulders. Someone who all I need is for them to say hello and whatever was wrong is gone.
Look, I get it. I don't deserve a guy like that. I'm a self-centered, fat ass who needs a celery stick and a dose of reality instead of a really good man, but still. I'll blame this all on the wine.
