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Valentine's Day has always been a holiday that I had mixed feelings about. I'm a sucker for all the heart decorations, and the pink, red, and purple everywhere, but I kind of envy couples who do cute stuff for each other on this day. Maybe some day I'll have my own real valentine. I wouldn't really want to go to fancy restaurants. I'd want it just to be a day to hang out with that special someone. I wouldn't demand jewelry. I'd appreciate hand written love letters a lot more. I also thought it would be cool to have a bouquet of flowers sent to me while I'm at work.

Valentine morning, when I woke up, I was in an awful mood. I wasn't looking forward to the day. But when I got to work, my mood lightened up a bit. I wasn't dreading the day nearly as bad as I thought I would. Our classes had a valentine's party in which the students brought in finger foods and sweets. Each class had a valentine box where people could put cards in for each other. When I took the cards out to hand to the students, one of the notes had my name on it. I figured it might be my boss playing a joke on me. I opened it and read it. It was a pretty neat poem. I asked my boss if it was him who did it, but he said it wasn't. He pointed to a student who he thought might've written. It went like this:

You'll never know what your power has done to me
Won't even bother now to tell you why,
You come along letting all of us savor the moment
Leaving me broken another time

You'll never know why your face has haunted me
My very soul is aching inside,
Another hole in the wall of my inner defenses
I want to know if I'll heal this time

You come a long way like a blood stained hurricane,
Leave me alone let me be this time.
You carry on like a holy man pushing redemption
I don't want to mention the reason I know

That I am sricken and can't let you go.
When the heart is hurting there's no way to tell,
And I am crippled by all that you've done
So into the abyss will I run

Signed,
Stricken

I thought it was a pretty deep poem. I still don't know for sure who wrote it. Then, an hour before school dismisses, the secretary comes in the classroom and says that I have a delivery. It was an edible arrangement of chocolate covered strawberries. I was hoping it had the sender's name on it, but it didn't. At the end of the day, I kinda did get what I wanted for Valentine's Day. On top of it all, it was such a nice day outside. I can't feel crumby after all of that!