Since the day no valentine appeared on the desk in third grade, PhD has refused to recognize Valentine's Day.
It was the first recognition of hurt. Of course after that day, hurt appeared in the form of being too tall, too thin, glasses, braces and being chosen last for softball.
Valentine' Day, however, became the lifetime symbol of not being good enough for someone or something.
The end of innocence because of a missing red heart with a paper doily on a worn wooden desk.
How dumb is that?
