Valentines Day Let Me Count the Ways
Dear valentines day,
I write you a letter to say let me count the ways it sucks when you make me feel
deprived. It sucks when you make my boyfriend pretend that he loves me with a bundle of
flowers and a box of candy. I know he'd rather be with her and I know she probably got
some roses as well. I hate that you make my best friend cry because she has no one to
spend the day with. She is a vision, a beauty and all she can see is her dateless self as
insignificant. Dear Valentines day I love how you make " single people" feel like their
not ok just being alone, when two days ago I could have sworn I saw them at a rally
screaming independence rules. Now I see them sulking, Their not proud on this day... I
wonder why Valentines? Why do you make them feel afraid. Let's get to the cheery part of
this day for all the people who thing I am just being a downer on this lovers holiday.
All the holding and valentines day cards they hardly mean anything and will probably be
thrown out tomorrow. But you still make this into a something big, Every broke guy just
trying to make a living has to surprise his Mercesdes riding girl friend who is so rich
she doesn't notice the romance is draining. When he surprises her with flowers or she
surprises him with candle light dinners " they don't even seem to notice that the other
is trying to be romantic. Instead they say things like" Oh baby I have to work late" And
oh honey you shouldn't have where's there jewelry"? L-O-V-E a four letter word that
started this whole thing. If your lucky enough to know how you feel I don't think you
would need a holiday to celebrate what's already in your heart. I know occasionally you
forget to say I love you, and occasionally you don't remember Annerversaries but it's in
there somewhere and I don't need flowers as a symbol that you care. I want to feel it in
your touch, your compassion, they way you kiss... It should always be filled for fire
works. So I say dump this holiday and let it sink. Maybe as it's falling some of the
hearts that turned cold will start falling again as well.
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