Listen up lovers. You may be lonely or happy or ragged or depressed. You may think you should have done the one thing right that would have kept your one-and-only from getting away. You may be crying or laughing or wishing your solitary wishes while everyone else on the planet is buying roses. You may be sick of chocolate or you may be wary of red roses. You may be content to be at home in your bathrobe or you may be furious that the restaurant he or she chose doesn’t require you to wear pearls.
Either way or regardless of, you love something. You love the way the light comes through the blinds in the morning. You love the way your hair falls across your forehead when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You love the sound of the radio on in the background when you scurry around the house, tending to all that’s out of place. You love going to the movies in the afternoon, alone. You love the way you let the person with one item go in front of you at the grocery store. You love the smell of lilacs. You love that whirring feeling you have in your brain as you drift from awake to asleep. You love your dog. You love your elderly neighbor. You love balancing your checkbook. Admit it, there are a million things you love, which brings me to my point and my conclusion:
VALENTINE’S DAY IS ANY DAY THAT REMINDS YOU THAT YOU LOVE THE WORLD AND THE ABSOLUTE MICROSCOPIC, DAILY INGREDIENTS THAT ARE CONTAINED WITHIN IT.
Keep On Keepin’ On,