I firmly believe that when you are single, you should not be allowed to enter any store within the months of January or February without first being fitted for some of those blinders like they put on race horses.
My reasoning for this is simple. With blinders on, you can stay focused on what you are there to get and you can try to avoid the heart shaped boxes of candy, pink candles and sickeningly sweet cards that profess undying love.
For me the worst thing about Valentine's Day is that little window of loneliness that magically appears in the same place that used to house a brick wall. I go back in time and suddenly I can feel his warm breath on the back of my neck...I listen to his heart beat against my cheek and I remember how perfectly his hand fit the curve of my waist.
I remember the good things...the great things.
But I forget the times when he was callus. I forget the times he made me cry. I forget that I deserved better.
It's like a friend once said, "Linny... if love is blind... maybe we need a seeing eye dog."