On Valentine’s Day, I gave my friend two dove chocolates and told him to save them for later to see if we were chocolate soulmates. Dove chocolates have sweet messages written in the inside, and every so often two of them are the same. The next day, I was doing homework in his room when he reminded me about the chocolates. We both opened ours, and I read mine first:

“Be a little mysterious”

“Really? Cuz that’s mine too,” he responded. I thought he was pulling my leg, but it really was! Ecstatic at this sweet coincidence, I wanted to memorialize the moment for posterity. I asked him to flatten his aluminum wrapper while I did the same, but I accidentally made a hole in mine. On his wall now hangs two identical chocolate wrappers (albeit one a little tattered), with captions declaring us as “Chocolate Soulmates”. While I was still experiencing the lingering feelings of the joyful high, he said, “How many distinct messages are there, because we could calculate the probablity of that happening.”

I like to think that there is some Valentine’s Day spirit that guards over us on February 14th. The VDay spirit infects us with happiness and protects us from sadness. It can even control the weather; the weeklong interminable rain that had been cursing all of campus with Seasonal Affective Disorder was interupted on Saturday by bright rays of sunshine and clear blue skys; the next day, the rain resumed again.

Call it ignorance if you choose – yet despite my logical side, there is still a little part of me that holds on to the belief that maybe things do happen for a reason.