It was a waste of money and time. She couldn't understand why people would want to buy chocolates and roses for each other to represent their deepest love. In her mind that gift was like saying, I will love you for a little while and I am going to make you fat before we break up in a few weeks. It was ridiculous. Her hatred of the holiday might have had something to do with the fact that she had to share it with another special day, her birthday. Yep, she was a sweetheart baby. That meant everyone “ooed” and “awed” when they spotted her birthday on her driver's license, and she had to pretend like it was some great thing. In truth, Lacy had never even had a boyfriend over the holiday, so she’d never had the chance to figure out the attraction to the silliness. For years, each Valentine’s day she had been heartbroken to realize that she was alone while everyone else she knew had someone. She’d allowed the desire to have a ‘someone’ of her own overwhelm her and drag her down.
