For many years I believed I need a guy to hold my hand, to make me feel complete. To make me feel special. To make me feel loved. In many reasons I was wrong. This Valentines day my heart belonged to me.
At Westwood they have the traditional "love week" And girls get hearts to wear around their necks, the first boy you talk to gets to wear your heart proudly around their neck the rest of the day. This year, I wore my heart. I deserved to wear it, I earned it.