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The Truth about Valentines
How many corny love letters do we get a year? One for weddings, because we care
And one on that special day to say ‘I love you’ to the world and make those
Poor souls who don’t have someone feel entirely miserable about their
Pathetic existence on this planet. But for someone like me who has someone like
You, it is a day to show our pearly whites, sharp as they may be; turn up full,
Voluptuous lips and cry to the world, ‘I am loved! Take that ye people
Absolutely convinced I would fail! Ha ha ha!’ But what is this euphoric,
Light, bubbly feeling that is love? Is it nothing more than a reason too sent corny
E-cards with creepy dancing bunnies who sing in grating, high-pitched voices, ‘I don’t want
Nobody but you’ to a song popular only in the 60’s that no one remembers?
Time was when love meant sneaking out and serenading the poor girl
In the middle of the night from under her window, risking the wrath of her parents but
No more. Love is now more carnally expressed, lewd messages, the focus
External instead of internal. No more is the story of Emperor Claudius sending martyred
Saint Valentine to his death for secret marriage ceremonies as relevant, touching or
Devastating as it once was. In fact, it is now almost forgotten, replaced by such
Atrocities as the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre. What a way to tell your beau, ‘I love
You,’ ‘Let’s go kill those we don’t like! It is so constructive!’ But I’m letting
Emotions get the better of me. But isn’t that what Valentine’s Day is about?
Vowing love eternal to that special someone, whether you mean it or not? And
Especially when it’s an honest sentiment, it is cheering to hear. But on the days you don’t
Remember I’m here because your eyes are on someone else; don’t expect me to shed a tear for
Your plight when it turns out we all hated you anyway. But isn’t that what this Hallmark
Occasion is for? To make us feel loved when loved we aren’t? Or was all of it some
Narcissistic joke? Were those roses really full of some poison powder to
Eradicate my in my sleep, like this day has done to my hopes and dreams? Knowing you, probably