Valentines day, oh valentines day.

A day where even people in relationships, can feel unwanted-unloved.

A holiday that eats me to the core, every **** year.

A memorable day, years ago.

In school, they always sold carnations.

The antisipation every week they sold, kids spending their parents money for a simple flower for their sweetheart, best friend, or a aquatince.

February 14th, all the flowers get passed out.

Every year, everybody got one.. expect me.

Going home, feeling alone, and no one to talk to.

My father would always have a valentine waiting for my sisters and I.

Although, when they came home with flowers as well...my father could see the hurt in my eyes behind the "thank you so dad" in my voice.

He would always put a little extra note in mine "you're a good one, kiddo"

6 years later, I dont receive valentines.

With his passing, came even more deviation on this holiday.

I cant seem to shake this feeling.

I'm lost, with no direction.

Still feeling 15, at almost 22.

Alone.

This day makes me miss the old days.

RIP Daddio, fly high free bird.