As I sit in a cafe all I can see is couples passing by. People holding each others hands, looking dreamily into each others eyes and one girl practically draping herself over a guy trying to lay her head on his shoulder.

Valentine’s was not a bad day, yet I would never call it the best either. There’s always a side of Valentine’s Day that people don’t see, such being yer stained pillows and run down mascaras that look permanent on girl’s faces. Perhaps guys experience that too, yet it is hard to tell what is going on in people’s minds.

I look around the cafe one more time and of course, nothing had changed. I notice a guy buying the Valentine’s Day special for the brunette girl beside him and that makes me look down at my own drink, which is almost half finished.

I wasn’t supposed to be alone today, the two of my friends were supposed to join me yet both of them seemed to decline. I wasn’t sure what exactly they were doing now, but j was hoping they were having fun either way, I know I was.

I had everything I needed here, my coffee, my laptop with a newly started book opened, and lastly, myself. Why would I not be happy? Even if I was by myself it seemed far more enjoyable than what any of the couples around me seemed to be doing. If I had to choose between listening to my audio book as I sketch my surroundings on a notebook that was meant for serious notes or having a person drape over me like a blanket, would the answer not be obvious?

I loved being by myself, and I loved spending Valentine’s Day by myself.

I have always spent Valentine’s Day as a personal gift for myself.

Valentine’s was a day filled with love, and I always chose to spend it loving and appreciating myself, doing my favourites activities, buying my favourite food and spoiling myself in any way I can.

I thought I deserved it, in fact I knew I did, why wouldn’t I? I have spent months exhausting myself with work and barely treating myself, even though I was the only person who had truly mattered to myself.

Once I realized that I was the only person who would really always stay with me my whole life, I’ve learned that I should find a way to deal myself in someway too.

Some people would call me selfish because of this, or perhaps a narcissist, yet I just thought I was doing what I should, simply loving myself.

(First work on here)