With Valentine's day just around the corner I suddenly feel very alone in a world where romance surrounds and intoxicates almost every aspect of my life. I am naturally a very sensitive and romantic person and to feel almost unwanted is not exactly a fun feeling. Sometimes I find myself sitting at home feeling awful and wishing I could have someone to hold me close and tell me everything was going to be OK. And I would believe them. I would love them so deeply and tenderly that I would believe everything they said whereas with others I can just see right through their attempts at reassurance and comfort. No matter how hard they try to convince me to pay attention to this or not do that I would not be listening. I would be in my own world dreaming pathetically of who could persuade me into such things.

Sitting down in chemistry I smile at the boy next to me, we will call him H C, who offers me a sweet and when his friend asks for one he says no, which makes me laugh. Obviously he has come to the realisation that any arguments from these two boys on my chemistry table send me into fits of giggles at times. They rip each others jotter and scribble rude words on the other ones folders which is obviously very immature but it does make me laugh so hard. So, H C asks me about my day and tells me about how his class threw snow balls off the first years in gym which makes me laugh even harder. My stomach is starting to hurt at this point and I manage to contain myself enough to write the notes and keep my dignity, but only just. After class my friend asks me about the lesson and I told her about the H C's sweet giving and our conversations. She gives me a look I have seen many times before and she says one word.

'Lust'

What has that got to do with anything?!?