Valentine's Day is next week...
and I'm so stimulated!
Everyone picks one of two sides on this day of red, hearts and candies; Love or Hate.
And me? You can go ahead and assume I choose love, which would be absolutely correct. I choose love. I always choose love. I have never had my own valentine (besides my mother), and this may be why I have no bitterness towards the day, because nobody distinctly comes to mind to ruin it and make it sour. I have fond memories of the people I love/have loved and I don't see any reason to let the bad memories ruin that particular day devoted purely to love.
I see the haters' point. They're bitter, possibly lonely, and mad that they were hurt or sad because they've lost a spark... but still. What's so bad about opening your heart for an ENTIRE day? Maybe it's too much to ask; I know I've got an enormous heart, larger than most I've met in my opinion. But I still feel that's no exception.
Valentine's Day is not about buying and receiving gifts, it is not about treating someone especially well for that day only, it is not about buying love, and it is not meant to be spent away from all humans around you.
I wish people could love, unconditionally, after they've been hurt. I can. I'm a young, emotionally controlled girl and I've figured out how to do it. What makes it so hard for everyone else to just drop the drama? I feel that inadvertently, Valentine's Day has brought so much anger to people when all it's meant to do is help people love and be loved.
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