The day of hearts

Four days later and I have yet to say anything about the day of hearts.

Weird, huh. Considering that I have been officially with M only one week before, I feel like I should be breathing inspiration left and right.

But I'm not.

And the reason escapes me. 

I have written and re-written this entry a thousand times, and still, I can't find that perfect syntax to express anything about February 14 or about love.

It thus begs the question, am I still in love?

Or have I reached that next stage where I can now say that I truly love?

I think I have from today to figure it out.