Valentine's Day 2007

Not a particularly cheery one this post, but it just occurred to me that this is the first 14th Feb (in the past five years) that I have been single.

Now normally I would argue and say that I have been lucky enough to have experienced real love at a very young age and that it is a good thing that I am single. That i am enjoying being that way and that I appreciate things a lot more because of it. I have strong feelings for someone (but haven't told her how I feel yet) and am enjoying having the freedom to discover love (a different love, a new love and an exciting love) all over again.

But on this day I find myself alone with a bottle of red wine and the knowledge that when I have posted this I am going to bed. Am a really that content being single?