I'm deeply terrified for Valentine's Day. Not because I don't have a date or anything; usually if that were the case I'd just be gloomy and pretend V-day didn't exist. It's mainly because of the fact that it was J & I's 'monthsary' exactly a week ago and although memorable it wasn't quite the nicest. Cranky times. I guess it's what happens when necessities turn into addictions...
The problem is.. in the span of a month he's done two crazy-romantic things that were both completely unexpected: a promposal and the rose-petal show. Love does come with a price, especially if you're dating me. Haa. He definitely deserves something better than a big kiss and a small card. A heartfelt card can't even do justice. If only I was bold enough to record myself singing a stupidly lyric-ed song and post it on FB... but it just seems completely unnecessary.
As much as this relationship's been a roller coaster of puke-age, there's no one else than can trigger my happy senses in a span of a nanosecond. There's not even a thought process to it. Maybe it's complete fluke, but I'll accept the happiness I receive (which is definitely more than I bargained for).
Maybe a self-composed song would do the trick.
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