Lonely Number 17

Once again that time of year has come, the day that reminds me that for 17 long years i have spent this day alone feeling unloved unwanted and uncared for, The day known valentines. This is the day where supposedly the angel cupid shoots his love arrow amongst the people. If this is the case then either the arrows are blunt or cupid cant aim, 17 Long years have i waited for these arrows to hit me, but instead it hits everywhere but me. i walk down the city street i see couples holding hands, linking arms and here i am all alone and deserted, then somewhere in the near or far distance a sad song would be played bringing this sorrow of mine down to a new level. Everywhere i look i see love hearts, chocolates, roses, smiles and people kissing. I close my eyes to avoid these sights, but only are these sights to be replace by the sounds that surrounds me, the cute giggles, the flirtatious whispers, and the four lettered word thrown around ruthlessly.
One big deep breathe, eyes filled with water and a forced smiles comforts me. But still there is something within me i aren't satisfied but hey we are human are we ever satisfied.