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Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Will you be my Valentine? /4:24 PM

Post-valentine blues seem like a past when immaturity got the better of rational thoughts. I've learned to move on in life, to extract those fateful memories that sting my emotions so passionately and yet so disdainfully sometimes, and to toss them into the ocean of unwanted reminiscence. But a prompt question posed today put me in a real spot: has my fire really died, completely?

I took so long to get over the walk of shame, the period of unforgiving sneers and even longer to tread over my wishful thinking. I now walk with the confidence that my crush is long gone and no longer an issue in life. But I just can't pull a straight face coupled with a serious tone to whisper that I've gotten over her, sincerely. I breath lines of agitation and assertion that I've moved on but time still finds me welling up with jealousy or curiosity given the right scenario. I know deeply this is a fantasy extended beyond my wildest imagination but some things are just hard to put down.

My longing for an Android.

My lust for all play and no work

My dreamland of becoming famous.

My need for that one true love.

Who shall it be, who shall be mine, who shall be my valentine?

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