The St. Valentine's Day (E)Massacre

I'm legitimately merry until after dinner, reheating my latte in the microwave, when I suddenly find myself counting up their Valentine's Days. Realizing that I am no longer the main romantic girl in his life story. She is.

I have to step into the living room, away from everyone else. I bite my thumb, blink very hard, breathe deeply and command myself that I'm fine, fine, fine. I step back into the kitchen.

So we've established quite well that I don't feel as if I can live without him. But I can't have him. Soooo, now what? I can't stop living. But I'm just not sure how exactly to go about it.

Hmm. Happy Valentine's Day.