It makes me wonder what am I doing wrong or what is wrong with me. I spent my first Valentines day NOT alone but very much alone. We even slept in the same bed but very much far apart. I don't understand how can you not even joke about affection between us. What am I even waiting for? Special/right/perfect moments? Do those really exist? I am bound to become asexual if you don't come save me soon. You, yourself even seem like you dont' want that to happen but c'mon.. why should I save myself when I keep waitng for you to save me. Why stay single when we both know we'd rather share moments together more than friends. Come around or I'll dig myself a hole.