i slyly used to think that valentine's day was just one big conspiracy to make single people look even more miserable. But my sour attitude toward this red letter day changed after three years of working in a flower shop. Forget all the retail rudeness and take it from me: people are at their happiest during this one single day of the year. I liked to get out of the flower shop during this day simply just to drive around and look inside people's home as i thoroughly redecorate them inside my head. When each door opens i meet different kinds of faces - surprised, confused, embarassed, elated, shy, speechless, the list could go on. Aaah, the joy and pain of falling in love, being in love and being loved. I have enjoyed it and i can honestly say i would do it again.
as a single-but-not-bitter i share this sentiment to all the hopeless romantics: to the ones who had never been kissed; to the socially awkwards; to the scotch-taped eyeglass wearing nerds in high school; to the boy-crazy and to the girl-crazy; and to the boy who finally gets the girl (or boy) at the end of the two-hour movie.
happy love...
as a single-but-not-bitter i share this sentiment to all the hopeless romantics: to the ones who had never been kissed; to the socially awkwards; to the scotch-taped eyeglass wearing nerds in high school; to the boy-crazy and to the girl-crazy; and to the boy who finally gets the girl (or boy) at the end of the two-hour movie.
happy love...