This poem was written during the last week before Valentine's Day 1999. This is the first poem I have ever written. It was written because there was no other way I could express my heartache. February 14th used to be a time of joy and love for me, until the love of my life for seven years left me last year.

It's almost one year now, yet I still could not find the peace in my heart that I yearn for. Memories of the past keep haunting me, especially during times when our love meant the most. I see memories of us together in every little thing that I come across. Birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, places, couples holding hands, lovers whispering sweet nothings to and fro, are just some of the events that evoke strong feelings of deja vu in me.

I will never forget nor will I be able to fully let go of these bittersweet memories. It will always occupy a special place in my life. I am not angry with her, just disappointed and sad. Meantime, I am always putting on a mask of happiness in front of friends and family, so much so that I feel tired and pretentious. I still hurt inside, but much less now than before, and I hope to learn to love and be loved again.