Love is...well, love. It means many, many different things now; from your emotion toward the person you're destined to spend the rest of your life with, to a fleeting feeling toward that new pair of jeans you've had your eye on for a month. Love is such a fleeting emotion. From the bottom of your heart, deepest emotion you can feel, to nothing more than a passing flirtation to satisfy one's materialistic needs. Everyone wants love, right? But not everyone gets it. How fair is that to the rest of us? Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to come across as the bitter single girl who mopes in the corner every Valentine's Day, but I'm trying to inject some reality into everyday life. If you didn't know it about me before now, I hate Valentine's Day. And it's not something that's going to change once/when/if I ever find true love.