You ever get the feeling of how shitty is it, on Valentine's Day no less, to find out that the one whom you've poured your heart and soul into admits that her best Vday memory wasn't with you, but with some guy 4 years ago?

Valentine's Day is never just another day. For those in love, it is a happy day, a day of expectations and hope. For those not in love, it is a day where they don't know whether hide or to brave the world with fellow singles.

I hate how you treat that ring with impunity, to remove or to misplace as you deem fit. You tell me you've tried, but when you cannot even take care of something as simple as a ring (and mind you, it isn't the first time you had to wear one, while it was for me), that's not even close to lifting a finger, literally, let alone trying. While I religiously keep it on, save when in the shower.

I don't have a best Vday to remember, but I do have a worst Vday. A bad Vday is worse than no Vday at all. And bad memories stick to you alot, alot longer than the good ones.

Thank you for giving me something to remember for the rest of my life. Something I'll rather just want to forget and pretend it never happened, but it can't and it'll stick in here for as long as my brain doesn't fail me. A day where I wish I could have slept through, or just be put in a coma so that I don't even have to endure the indignity of it all.

Let this be a record for the books. Because this is all about the good and the bad of my life.