An unbeautiful day, whence love is advertised and sold or; a day, pure in nature, to celebrate loves magnificence.
An insult to loves woes is the comparison between getting hit with an arrow by Cupid to the distress love sometimes causes.
To the single; an inappropriate date,
To the loved; a romantic conception.
It seems one never has an identical reaction to Valentine’s Day every year. This year you may be in love and looking forward to it, or simply feel indifferent toward it, whereas last year it could have been a source of offence, a day to dread, a day to curse.
A flurry of red hearts and teddy bears in store windows mark the day’s coming rather boldly, often a long time prior to the actual day, and it begs the question: what’s it really all about? Money? Should we be so cynical, should we not just enjoy the romance of the day, buying heart shaped chocolates and sweetly scented cards, a mass of glitter and red? I wonder if I feel it is all about money making for card companies and restaurants, or if it is a day when lovers truly wish to acknowledge the importance of their significant other in their lives.
Because love is the most important thing in life and people are aware of it, so why shouldn’t they want to celebrate it? But...
Shouldn’t love, of any age, be a celebratory occasion every day?
You should be able to feel so loved every day; and I do, I am. I would wish it on anybody; everybody.
Happy Valentine’s Day my beautiful Fiancé. You are and always will be the love of my existence.
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