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Sometimes I still think we could be magic.
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I’m not supposed to be writing this, but since I’m in the middle of writing an official article for an official school event featuring the most official officials in the administration I have to. I need to warm up my word-weaving skills.
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For those of you who ask, let me just say: I never think much about Valentine’s Day. I mean, it’s already there; it’s supposedly a celebration of this saint’s feast day. But I take it that it’s more a day for your lover than for that poor, neglected saint. I don’t like Valentine’s Day. I don’t hate it neither. I’m somewhere sitting in the gray area. But trust me, the gray area is where all the action is.
Yesterday was fun; insightful at the very least. Hilarious and embarrassing in the case of those who begrudgingly had to carry bouquets of flowers that didn’t mesh well together, some of which I recognized were flowers meant for funerals.
Valentine’s Day didn’t happen to me because I never gave it the chance. It doesn’t matter. What matters though is that at the end of every Valentine’s Day I am reminded that love still exists—it still works. Perhaps not for me, but at least for most people. And I find comfort in that consolation.
To the fake, lazy motherf*ckers who don’t acknowledge your existence until they want to copy your homework…
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