When the mystery is gone...

Mystery is always the best part about love. It's what entices us to seek the object of our desire to further extents, isn't it?

I love mystery love. I've had a few secret admirers. They're fun.

/me leaves a secret valentine for his favorite redhead..

Sssh, don't anybody tell her who it's from!

Secret admirers are alright, as long as the person isn't someone you don't like, then it just blows.

Ack! Another comic strip!

I'd like to comment that I really dislike the comic Peanuts. Its horribly anachronistic and speaks to a generation of people almost completely disconnected with my own. I was glad to see it go when Charles Shultz died.

I think Peanuts speaks out in a sort of timeless sense. At least it does to me. It doesn't bother me that it may be based on a previous decade.

What's anachronistic about schoolyard crushes, struggling past school tests, and playing sports at a local field?