Today is Valentine’s Day, and I am single. My day will be void of valentine cards, chocolates, and flowers given to me by a lover. There is no romantic evening that awaits. This year I am on my own.
I was a late bloomer. I first kissed a boy at the age of 16. I went away to college at 17, and that’s when guys really started to notice me. From that point on, I haven’t been single for more than four months.
I’ve spent half of my life devoted to men: supporting, nurturing, and loving them. Despite my best efforts, all of these relationships have failed. Each time my heart has broken, a piece of myself has left me.
So what have these experiences taught me? I’ve learned that, until I love myself completely, it will never work out with anyone else. No amount of outside love, acceptance, and care will ever make me whole. These feelings need to come from within.
So today, I am my own Valentine. One day I hope to share the amazing woman that I am, with a worthy man. For now, I’m going to focus on being a better me.
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