dang...reading all of this kinda make me glad I went (NOT by choice) to an all-girls high school. but alas, i was running away from the inevitable.
same as y'all, i spent my years in the dorm watching girls come down the hall with HUGE stuffed animals, roses, carnations, candy & all that ... STUFF. but the WORST one had to be my sophomore year. i was chillin in my room with the door open (common practice at ssu) and talking with the my girl across the hall (she was in her room with the door open to...yes, we were ghetto like that). anyway, she gets paged to the lobby & comes back up with the largest arrangement of flowers i've seen in my life from her boyfriend. but guess what? (what?) her boyfriend was my ex. we had broken up like 5 months b4 but we were all cool & i was cool with them dating (they even asked me if i'd be cool with it). the part that got me was he didn't get me flowers like that for the previous valentine's or my birthday. that hurt but what made it worse is i hadn't gotten anything from the only man i could depend on, the only man who had ever gotten me anything for valentine's day: my daddy. he'd forgotten. y'all i cried so hard that night it was pitiful.
and that's my valentine's horror story.
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