The Sentimental Idiot !

Quietly she stares out of her bedroom window. There’s an empty feeling in her stomach, and with every breath she takes the emptiness inside seems to grow, her eyes are fixed, almost in a trans like state-on the golden beam of light emanating from a fluorescent bulb on the road outside, a silent observer, she watches as people walk up and down the street. She knows the feeling too well, in fact there are times when she misses it. Someone once told her when you live by yourself long enough, you start liking it. She’s 24 and in one hour, on February 14th  2011, she would turn 25. While everyone she knows thinks it’s an amazing co-incidence that her birthday falls on the same day as valentines day, a day when the whole world celebrates romantic love, she is burdened by the all too familiar thought that  even this year too she wouldn't have to wait up all night to hear the sweet voice of a lover, and even though she never worked on her birthday she knew there weren&