It's not that I'm cold towards the warm holiday either.
The measure of love
Lousy
Outlandish
Nobody
Lying
Expectantly
Yonder
For
One
Reason
Love
Ostentatiously
Veils
Eyes
Only
Not
Valorously
Allowing
Low-lives
Empty
Nights
To
Invade
Nations
Elsewhere
Slowly
Driving
At
You
I’m really not that upset about being alone on Valentines Day, but there is still that little sense of loneliness. Like a little breeze brushing against your neck telling you there is something out there. There could be something out there, if you would only get up and get it. Happy Valentines Day.
-Adam Fitzgerald 2/14/06
5 years ago
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