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How many of you remember the Oh My Dollar Valentines? Those were fun, weren’t they? You fill out a survey, and for just a buck, you get the name and number of your one true soul mate. And hey, all proceeds go to a worthy cause: cheer camp. 

The Dollar Valentine survey was a two-parter: Describe yourself, and describe what you’re looking for in someone else. And, as I filled mine out, I realised I was actually describing a certain someone. You’d think if my answers all described one person...that person would at least appear in my Top Five. But no. I didn’t match up to the one person who might really have been right. Maybe it wasn’t my fault. Maybe none of us can say who we truly are. Maybe we’re more than what the world sees, or less. Maybe none of us are who we seem.

 I always kind of liked Marcus. You always seemed like a good guy. Then again, they almost always do. Marcus, welcome to your tape. What was it? Did you want to see if the rumours were true? Or did you just want to start some new ones of your own? And I just keep thinking, if only someone else could have had me on their list, then maybe...maybe it could have all been different.

 My parents were High School sweethearts. So shoot me. I still believed in romance. I waited for you Marcus. And I just had to sit there wondering, imagining, playing over all the different scenarios in my mind. But all the while thinking they all knew. Everyone in the whole place that I’d been stood up. On Valentines day. I decided to give you one more chance. Stupid Hannah. So then you finally showed up. Except you weren’t alone, and again, you were funny Marcus, and I thought maybe...just maybe it was going to be alright.

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t get up and leave or scream. Anything would have been better than sitting there thinking that somehow this was my fault. Thinking I’d be alone for the rest of my life. 

But through it all, you want to believe that there are good guys in this world. I knew there were. I believed it. Fun fact: I did some research on tomb stones the other day. Or more specifically, on epitaphs on tomb stones. The best one I could find was by this writer called Henry Charles Bukowski Jnr. On his tomb stone he has engraved a picture of a boxer. And beneath the boxer, two simple words: “Don’t try”.

I wonder what will be on mine.