By Kate, age 17, New Hampshire
Sweet Designs Featured Writer
Everyone has a Valentine story of some kind, whether it's sweet and romantic or dramatic and upsetting. I've never cared about Valentine's Day. It just seems like the most pointless holiday. I'll always remember my first real Valentine though, just last year.
I had started dating one of my guy best friends in December. We had always been really close and decided to give it a try. I hadn't realized how stressful dating him would be, and if it wasn't clear before, the Valentine's Day we spent together cleared up any questions.
I walked into school that morning to the spot where Riley and I always met. There he stood with the biggest, goofiest smile on his face. In his arms he carefully balanced an oversized mug that said "I Love You" all over it, with a pink bear sitting inside holding a pink heart which also read "I Love You." Along with those he held a large heart shaped box containing chocolates, of course. I had never gotten more than a cheap Valentine's card with a lollipop, so this sweet gesture made me happy, though I was hesitant with all the "I Love You's" in this gesture. I'm not one to say "I love you" unless I truly mean it.
Riley and I had always had a bit of a problem with that, which caused the stressfulness for me. The first night we started dating, he told me he loved me "more than anything" and that he truly meant it. That really threw me off guard, but I casually pushed it aside, thinking it wouldn't be a problem. Of course, I was wrong.
I had tried to explain how I felt about this one day, but it only offended him, and it turned into an argument that wasn't necessary in any way. So I left it alone, but never actually returned his loving remarks.
After school Riley wanted to take me out to eat. He picked me up, dressed nicely, in his not so nice pickup truck, and brought me to a Japanese restaurant - the one's where they cook the food right in front of you. I loved this. I had always wanted to go to one, and it seemed really fun. We sat with other couples at a large square table with an opening in the center for the cook. We awed as the cook flipped eggs on his knives and quickly diced the food in front of us. Finally we were served, and dug in to eat. Riley and I made small talk, but underneath the table, he kept trying to take my hand.
"I need that to eat with, you know," I remarked sarcastically, as I grabbed a fork and knife and cut my meat. He didn't get the hint. And when we left, his hand never left my waist, and I needed my space at this point. I was so frustrated with him, but he never noticed.
I can't blame him for trying to make me happy. He just tried too hard, and wanted to love me more than I wanted his love, which might seem strange. What girl doesn't want someone to love her? I guess, in the end, I didn't feel the same, and the "lovey-dovey" on his part ended when the relationship was finally called off.
Cupid, try aiming better next time.