Everyone expects this big bang of a write up for Valentines day. And since it’s considered the worse day of a single girls year I am expected to describe the bitterness and loneliness that comes with this great celebration of love. But I'm not gonna do that.
I love it.
I love the end of the Valentine’s workday! Women are exiting the building, flowers and chocolate in hand. Nothing says “I love you” quite like a public display of it. I love when my friends tell me about the gifts and the surprise work visits and the terribly cooked dinners. Even though it reminds me of something that was lost or something that was a reality for me a million years ago, I revel in it and smile at the love that still happens around me. I observe the ladies blush after more than 10 years with the same man. I see the excitement of still being adored, appreciated and thought of even though a week ago she threw the remote at him. And it makes me smile with a deep sense of hopefulness and faith that someday that will be me.
And as love blooms all around me its nice to be reminded that such a thing still exists.
Have a happy love filled day!
Happy Valentine’s day
5 comments:
Wow Megs - I like your frame of thought (but then again I was did)...I don't have much to say on the topic itself as I am still astounded at your brilliant creative writing skills. Maybe the next topic I will have a mouth full to say. Cant wait to see your next topic.. :)
Well as a matter of fact love finds people who embraces love and gives love a chance. This day symbolically shows the world that love exists and as much as people says it is a commercial gimmick it still portrays and grabs at the strings of one's heart and know that love exists and is so real.....
Happy Valentines Day everyone
Ash
Thanks guys... I really appreciate the feedback and A thanks to you that day arrived for me sooner than I thought!!!
xoxoxoxoxo
You so sweet M that is why this day is so special to me you so far yet so close to my heart....
The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere,
they're in each other all along...
By Rumi
This poem finally makes sense to me now that I know you!
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