Twenty-five years.
Twenty-five years ago this month I met my husband. I hated Valentine’s Day. Not the day itself, but how it made me feel.
Isolated.
Alone.
Not wanted.
I’d accepted the fact that I wanted only God’s best when it came to a potential husband, but this day . . . when romantic love is most celebrated . . . was painful.
I suspect most people who are single-wanting-to-be-married have felt the same way at some point.
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Jeanne Takenaka 