Crysathen
On Valentine's Day, five years ago, I was in the heart wing of a hospital because the caffeine in all of the chocolate candy I had eaten threw my heart out of rhythm.
On Valentine's Day, five years ago, I was in the heart wing of a hospital because the caffeine in all of the chocolate candy I had eaten threw my heart out of rhythm.
I let my cat eat chocolate last week and swear to god we've been best friends ever since.
It was only after I shattered the chocolate heart that I wondered if allegories worked outside of literary works.
The first clue it's been a long day is when you profess your love to the vending machine down the hall.
My worst Valentine's day was probably not the year that my grandmother died, but instead the year my alcoholic roommate threw an anti-Valentine's-day party that ended with several guests in tears after he verbally abused them and stomped on a box of chocolates.