Whelp, another Valentine's has come and gone.
This year was different.
It was the first year that I didn't miss the first boy I ever loved.
The last time I saw him was Valentine's Day 2008.
And it took me a really long time to get over him.
I compared every boy I ever liked to him and none were ever good enough.
Not this year.
What a refreshing feeling.
I had a dream about him last night.
And there was no longing.
I am content.
I have loved and I have been loved.
And I love and am loved.
What a nice feeling.