Valentine’s Day my freshman year of college. I was dating a guy friend from back at home. He attended LSU as well. The patio between East and West Laville…memories. Anyways, Harold and I had just started “dating” when the day of love rolled around so I didn’t expect him to do anything big. Therefore I didn’t do much for him either.
My roommate and I decided we should buy some cookies and tell our boyfriends we baked them. So we did. We even bought cute little heart-decorated saran wrap to top it off. Harold passed those cookies out to all his friends, so happy that I made him cookies…but not really.
I felt like a total ass though, when he gave me a ring. Not like THE ring…just a ring. I lied to him about baking cookies and he gave me a freakin’ ring.
But that’s ok…i felt guilty for a bit, even after we split. But then I found out, that he had been cheating. So we were even-he lied about other girls; I lied about not really baking him cookies. Ha. In Harold’s FACE!
I still have that ring somewhere in a box put away. It’s tarnished, just like the “love” it encompassed.
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