My Valentine

Just some musings of a love sick idiot

What is a valentine?

When I was young Valentine's day was simple.
There were little paper cards, chalky candies and paper bags taped to your desk.
It was a kindness, a share of fair-weather affection with other children.

A smile, a taste of something sweet then it faded like a dream.

When I grew older it meant something more.

Hot lusty, and trading sharp kisses in the hallways

A gift of chocolate and flowers given with shaking sweaty hands

Heartbreak around every corner, you were in love or you were in pain.

It was fast and hot, but faded and cold anger.

Later still love was mellow.  

It was warm affection shared.  
Gentle probing questions, all in hopes of peeling away the shell.

To find the true person instead of the paper mask.
It was confusing and deception led to bitterness.

Then came loneliness and bitterness.
I did not want love, I wanted to be alone.

To find myself and to find what me made happy.
I built a wall, and was happy within it.
Then love tore it down.

Now my valentine is something different.

I go about my day shuffling between the gray and mundane.
Performing my tasks with little enthusiasm and I wait.
I wait for those moments together.
Those words seldom given that make me smile.
Suddenly the gray becomes a beautiful sunset.
The mundane becomes interesting, and I become a better man.

Thank you my valentine.
I love you.

Reviews

[xMiss_Psychosis_Phantom..]

This is extremely beautiful and touching. I bet whoever this was for truly enjoyed it!