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Why do i hate Valentine's day?

Aunque sea una fecha tan comercial, solía gustarme como a cualquier persona.

Todavía recuerdo el del 98, cuando tenía 14 años. Caía en sábado, lo celebramos entonces el viernes 13 en el cole. Recuerdo perfecto ese día por la tarde cuando pensé llamar a mi mejor amiga, Melissa, para felicitarla. Estábamos ya en escuelas diferentes y por la distancia no podíamos vernos muy seguido, de hecho, hacían ya seis meses que no la veía, así que solíamos hablar por teléfono regularmente.

Cuando estaba por llamarla, y lo recuerdo con perfecta claridad, pensé: "Qué flojera! Mejor la llamo mañana!" y lo dejé pasar.

Su mamá llamó a la mía poco más de una semana después. Melissa había estado una semana en estado de coma en el hospital. Nos dejó el 20 de febrero. Y yo nunca supe nada, hasta que todo había terminado.

Ese día, el que me dio "flojera" llamarla, fue su último día consciente. Hubiera querido volver el tiempo atrás y tomar el teléfono. Solo necesitaba un minuto para decirle que la quería. Y supongo que me quedé con ese sentimiento de culpa, de no haber estado con ella en las buenas y en las malas como lo pactamos alguna vez.

Supongo que desde entonces me volví como soy (cursi, si lo quieren ver así), sin perder la oportunidad de dar un abrazo, un beso, o decirle a la gente que quiero lo que significa para mi. Porque siempre es un buen día para eso, no solamente en San Valentín.

Así que si estás leyendo ésto, es porque quiero decirte "te quiero".

First Letter

Dear John,

There's so much I want to say to you, but I'm not sure where I should begin. Should I start by telling you that I love you? Or that the days I've spent with you have been the happiest in my life? Or that in the short time I've known you, I've come to believe that we were meant to be together? I could say all those things and all would be true, but as I reread them, all I can think is that I wish I were with you now, holding your hand and watching for your elusive smile.

In the future, I know I'll relive our time together a thousand times. I'll hear your laughter and see your face and feel your arms around me. I'm going to miss all of that, more than you can imagine. You're a rare gentleman, John, and I treasure that about you. In all the time we were together, you never pressed me to sleep with you, and I can't tell you how much that meant to me. It made what we had seem even more special, and that's how I always want to remember my time with you. Like a pure white light, breathtaking to behold.

I'll think about you every day. Part of me is scared that there will come a time when you don't feel the same way,that you'll somehow forget what we shared, so this is what I want to do. Wherever you are and no matter what's going on in your life, when it's the first night of the full moon-like it was the first time we met-I want you to find it in the nighttime sky. I want you to think about me and the week we shared, because wherever I am and no matter what's going on in my life, that's exactly what I'll be doing. If we can't be together, at least we can share that, and maybe between the two of us, we can make it last forever.

I love you, John Tyree, and I'm going to hold you to the promise you once made to me. If you come back. I'll marry you. If you break your promise, you'll break my heart.

Love,

Savannah

(From "Dear John" by Nicolas Sparks)