I was born on Valentines Day 1995. This year I turn 23 and I thought it was time I wrote a mytake about this.
It was my first relationship, I was in love. Fuck we made out and groped each other every chance we got. I met her in my college class, I saw her reading one of my favorite book series and asked her about it, turned out it was her favorite too. It was a couple more weeks before I worked up the nerve to ask her out. It was ten months in when it was time for me to turn 21. Two years ago on valentines day on my 21st birthday I was going to a family gathering of hers to meet her parents. I can't for the life of me remember what the hell it was about.
I don't know how long I was there, I don't think it was longer than an hour. I gave her a card and some cheap earrings. Hell gave her a present on MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY.
I get a valentines day card, no mention of my birthday. I expected a gift-card, a present, cash whatever instead I got the card I still haven't forgotten no matter how much I'd like to. The day I turned 21 is the day she broke up with me. The day I turned 21 is the day she gave me a card that said we were done. The card that said she isn't ready for a relationship. Why the hell didn't she think of that ten goddamn months ago. Why couldn't she at least have the balls to break up with me with her own voice instead of writing it on a goddamn valentines day card. Why didn't she do it any other goddamn day of the year. Why the did she do it on valentines day, on my fucking birthday.
For quite a while I still loved her, didn't blame her. I wanted to get back together. Then I don't know what happened. I didn't love her anymore, I do blame her for the day she picked. I don't want to get back together.
I guess just realized I dodged a bullet, anyone who would break up with someone on Valentine's day and especially someone who was born on Valentine's day is not someone I want to be in a relationship with.
I hope I never see her face again.