It’s nice to be a romantic, right? Wanting to get a single rose on your locker, or being the one that put it there; or even just for someone to tell…

It’s nice to be a romantic, right? Wanting to get a single rose on your locker, or being the one that put it there; or even just for someone to tell you all that you mean to them and actually explain why. These nice thoughts make our hearts flutter, but only in moderation. I’ve seen plenty overdose on bites from the Love Bug and it’s only gone downhill from there. Being lovesick actually does make you sick! Who wants to roll around in their own pity for weeks at a time pining over someone who barely notices that you’ve been in classes with them since the first grade. Yup, they ignored your Valentine’s Day card too. What’s so romantic about romance? Before it, after it, it seems like there are problems at every turn. If you’re giving chocolates, there is a correct brand, no matter what they’ve told you. If you’re giving flowers, the count and the type do matter. Romance becomes a hassle, and sweeping someone off their feet is just continually replaced by sweeping matters under the rug, because you’ve just messed up big time. For all I know, yesterday could have been the anniversary of something, anything, no? Is it worth it, you guys?
– Eric