fell in love with a girl

I was thinking about writing about how much i hate valentine's day,
or how i'm sitting here on the couch and i can't figure out how to turn the tv on because my right hand is stuck in a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
"but you're doing something with your life."
I go home and dig around in the basement, searching for something gone long ago. Looking for ribbons. Reminders that this all actually happened.
These ribbons meant that we existed, once upon a time, that I was doing something with my life.