after mulling over the valentine poem that we're supposed to write for lit, i've just come to the realisation of why i can't seem to write it. The sad answer is, i don't know what i want to say about love, because i've simply too shallow an understanding of it. I've never experience nor tried it before, and thus i have nothing to write about it. all my fuzzy preconceptions, my ideal dreams of it aren't actually anything deep enough to discuss at all.
pity.