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Valentines day is something I look forward to strictly for the chocolate. I always buy myself a ton. (Most Valentine's Days I've been single).
Here's a story about the only Valentine's Day I can clearly remember, besides the last three years with my boyfriend that is. Like I said I spent most Valentine's Days alone. I was completely content with my Pepe Le Pew Valentine's Day cards from friends, self bought chocolates, and weed. ^.^
When I was 13 my best friend gave me a dozen roses on Valentine's Day. Delivered to me. In school. Middle school...
It sounds terribly sweet I know! But when you're put in a situation where your best friend is trying to persuade you to date them and you're not feeling similar, it gets awkward as fuck! I mean it also was middle school so... Let's back track a bit. My best friend at the time was a classmate of mine named Aaron. We had become best friends through a weird, psychically, emotionally and academically demanding class initiation in the 6th grade. It was an intense experience and from it our friendship grew. Having a boy as a best friend wasn't uncommon for me. He was a lovely boy. A lovely friend who listened to me. One of the first people as I was growing up who truly understood me.
But he fell in love with me and I just wanted chocolate...The fact that he had to obviously convince his parents to spend a good $60 just to get the girl he liked a dozen roses and have them delivered to school was both sweet and embarrassing. I felt terrible! Mostly because all I had gotten him was one of my traditional, friendly, Looney Tunes Valentine's Day cards.
The day panned out like this: Homeroom was the time of day where you met before your main classes began, listened to announcements, and, of course, conversed with friends. When homeroom came, I grabbed my binder with my Valentine's Day cards inside, ready to give out cards to a few select friends. I'll never forget handing Aaron his card and thinking, "I'm glad he didn't get me anything since all I got him was this silly card." And then about 5 minutes later I get a dozen roses delivered to me in front of the entire class. I was genuinely confused and was convinced it was a mistake. I guess my reaction was pretty bad because it took Aaron a while to speak up to tell me that they were from him. The worst part? I didn't even think it was because he was interested in dating me. I thought he was just being really nice friend.
Cute right? My first lesson in flirting.
So the reason I think this was the best worst Valentine's Day ever? It was the best because it was the first time any person had shown an interest in getting to know me on a more intimate level. The year prior I was isolated from my peers and bullied. It was the best because someone finally had reached out to me to show me that they cared. A large change after not fitting in for so long. It was the best because even after I explained that my feelings weren't mutual, we were able to immediately move on and continue our friendship. I wish adult relationships were that simple!
Years later, while I may live out of his state, we're still friends. Now I can keep up with Aaron on facebook and instagram... and I just think isn't life hilarious? How people who teach us things about the world and about ourselves, just come and go. Or pop up when you least expect it to remind you that they never left and that they will always be a small part of you.
So...what was your best worst Valentine's Day?
xoxoxo
-Lavish
