Prized Possessions

OK I realized that I have no true valentine. I wanted to believe it so bad I had convinced myself that I did. This wasn't the first year with this valentine either. I wind up going to pick up my "valentine" only to give all my love with no return. Instead, I get my prized possessions intentionally destroyed. It started with my five string bass guitar, it got smashed. Then my computer...and some glasses. My place was ransacked in only a few minutes of drunken fury that I am not sure who was really directed. I am torn with emotion. I understand this stemmed from deep down pain and past hurts of my "Valentine", but I also understand I am hurt and a line has been crossed.