I finally get it

I finally get it, and I just had to share this. I now understand why I’m such a hopeless romantic, why I’m such a hopeless lover. I was literally born in the month of love...right after Valentine’s Day. If my mom hadn’t taken her time, if she’d gone into labor just a little earlier, I could’ve been born on February 14. But you know what? I’m so glad I was born on February 15.

It makes sense now. That’s why I love love so much. That’s why I crave it for myself. It’s like a sign. I will have love someday. Maybe it won’t come from a man, maybe it’ll come from a dog,or maybe I already have it. I’ve got love from my best friend, my parents, my siblings. But let’s be real, we all know it doesn’t feel the same, right?

Still, I finally get it. I was born in the month of love. So, what do you expect?