|10:27 am - Dancing About Architecture|
As it does seem to be some sort of requirement to post a Valentine's Day entry, I am following suit. But this is actually the Valentine's Day entry I wrote two years ago for my other diary. It's new to you, though!
A short explanation of the circumstance: I had just told a girl I loved her for the first time in my life, even though I knew she didn't feel the same way. I wanted her to hear the words anyway, because being loved is of the good, right? It was in person and so cataclysmic an event I couldn't even call up the memory five minutes later. Even today, I don't think I can bring my mind back to that exact moment, only those surrounding it. Everything is fine now, but I wanted you to know what part of me these words were coming from. I suppose I still agree with most of it, as long as you interpret it properly.
Another quick note: the receipt line (you'll see) was written about the first girl I fell in love with who didn't feel the same way.
And finally, as I said, this was written for a different audience, so don't feel bewildered for not getting the shout-outs at the end. I could edit, but when I plagiarize myself, I go all out.
( Talking about love...Collapse )
Current Mood: loved
Current Music: Jump, Little Children - Say Goodnight