" Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing."
~ Anais Nin

So, Valentine's is yet again around the corner. Alone again I will spend this one like almost all the ones before. I think that there is no Valentine for me in this world and that if there is I missed out on him.