The Anti-Valentine's...

What happens when you're a true hopeless romantic but you find yourself alone on Valentine's Day after spending the last seven with the same person... This is the predicament I will find myself in this Wednesday when the 14th February inevitably rolls around. It's no secret that I'm a romantic at heart - why does it not happen like in the movies? - but after what I can safely say was a pretty shocking 2017 I've found myself predictably not really feeling the love vibes. Without wanting to sound like a debbie-downer, I thought it was an apt time to document some of the things I've observed.

Things that you suddenly notice when you're single:

• You're guaranteed to spot at least one engagement ring on every tube journey that you take (now these were probably there before but for some reason, they jump out and mock my singleness)
• Similarly, every other post on my Instagram explore page is a stranger getting engaged
• Your brain likes to remind you of things that happened six years ago at the most inconvenient times. Hello 5AM, nice to see you!
• A least three times a week you'll wonder if you'll be the girl who never finds 'The One' and ends up a cat-lady despite hating cats 
• You find yourself in situations you would never have been in and meeting people who bring something to your life that enriches it and makes you have faith that there will be a day when you look back on everything and are glad it happened
• You'll also realise that the people you chose as your 'group' more than a decade ago really are the greatest thing a girl could ask for 
• You start to wonder if guys like Ansel Elgort (who are ALL about the IG PDAs) exist in real life and if they do, WHERE CAN I FIND ONE?!

Happy Valentine's, or maybe not...

*Side note: this isn’t supposed to be a doom and gloom post, it’s my attempt at humour...