When Valentine’s Day rears its red, pink and heart-shaped self back into my life, I turn into one of those girls who can’t help but cling to thoughts of that one special moment I’m going to spend with my love.
“Love” is not a word I throw around lightly, but I know I’ve found it this time, and it’s not going to go away easily. I have all the symptoms that accompany deep affection: my thoughts drift me all the way up to Cloud Nine, I count down the seconds until our next reunion and I have developed an instant connection to every sappy love song in existence. Perhaps Usher said it best with, “You got it, you got it bad,” because I do and I’m not afraid to say it.
I know it might seem difficult to understand, but when you’ve found that rich, dark and smooth “special someone,” you do all you can to show what this love means to you. And this relationship isn’t all superficial. No, there are plenty of true, personal feelings involved as well. My love is sweet and innocent and just the thought of it plasters a goofy smile on my face. Yes, you know you’ve found The One when every moment together increases your heart rate, makes you melt and never fails to pick you up when you’re down.
I may be only 20 years old, but my relationship is so strong and real that I can say with confidence this is the love of my life. For some, Valentine’s Day might mean a chance to show your significant other how much they mean to you by turning to consumerism. For me, Valentine’s Day is the biggest opportunity I have to greedily indulge myself. This year, and every year to come, I will be saying those three little words over and over again, “I love chocolate.”