There is a boy I have run into once at the cafe I like to go and write at. I haven't been there is a while. Since it's 17 degrees and past my bedtime I don't feel very motivated. And woooonderful, I just realized that it's Valentines Day. Oh non, non mignonne!! Oh wait - seriously?? Do I really have to let Valentines Day trouble me? Sometimes I still feel tied up in my old relationship. It feels so safe. But I realize it is like a plane circing toward the ground. It's got twirly bird sickness in it. I feel like I'm holding onto the seat, expecting a crash landing. I want to fly like a bird with someone.