Loves Me, Loves Me Not

Valentine's Month 

Without Valentine's Day, February would be... well, January. - Jim Gaffigan

Yeah!

Ignore those who say, I'm just waiting for discounted chocolate on February 15th. My plan is to take you on a month-long blog series celebrating Valentine's Month.

Let's do it, shall we?

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Remember that tingly little feeling you get when you like someone? When you want to be the reason someone looks down at his phone, smiles, and then walks into a post?

And to find out if that person loves you back, you pluck a flower to play the game called, He loves me, he loves me not?

You'd place your finger on one petal, gently pinching its base, pulling down toward the stem. Keeping the object of your affection in mind, you slowly and gently say a phrase.

You move on to the next petal and say the next phrase, and alternately continue the recitation as each petal is taken off.

In the end, as luck would have it, you'd either just picked a human and you're like, Yes! This is the one I'm allowing to ruin my life forever.

Or alas and alack! You feel like your heart had been played, stabbed, burned, broken.

Young love is so ridiculous and it's also hilarious. For when have you ever felt so vulnerable and wonderful and terrible at the same time?