Hearty Heart Heart
Arrow tipped hearts hurt like hell, and while it may not be a day one has to celebrate, it certainly goes all out to highlight what you’re not doing, and with whom you’re not doing it. I wonder that if there is a hell, this is what it would be like every second of every day, because if it is, I’d rather have the flaming pitchforks. It would be more humane. So here comes Valentine’s Day, yet again, and yet…