"Every Valentine's Day, there is a part of me that is still hopeful, still wishing I'd find someone, and every year since the sixth grade on Valentine's Day, I'd search my locker, hoping to find a love note concealed in a red envelope. But after six years of searching my locker, I have come to the realization that my life is not a romance novel; and my prince charming won't come ridding into my life on a white stallion, no matter how much I wish he would."

no, i didn't write this. i wish i did. but, no, i really didn't.

it's amazing isn't it? cynical? and sad... to think that one person would lose all hope of finding love...

i might have been bruised, scarred, and broken hearted along the way... but i shall never, ever lose hope...

someday... someone... shall love me more than life itself.