Human Nature…

It is part of human nature to fear whatever is unknown to him, to debate the things that he doesn't understand, , to despise what it's different to him. I know it…

I raise my head and I see the oxymoron of my thoughts regarding the day. Literally, this is a pink day. Everywhere I look there are red and pink balloons that read "I love you", kisses, chocolates, hugs, happiness, smiles, flowers… it is, no more and no less than February 14th.

Somewhat sick of all the pink and corniness I move my head again, this time to my lap. Now my eyes get lost in the gray fabric that covers my mutilated legs, which are framed by the wheelchair that seems to be my throne for the rest of my days. Again, I raise my head, suddenly hit by a strong necessity to feel someone beside me. But, of course, there is no one. I'm alone.

But I already know all that. After all, is part of human nature to fear whatever is unknown to him, to debate the things that he doesn't understand… to despise what it's different to him.

Yeah, well, I know you'll wonder what happened to me. You'll see, this short story had been in my head since February 14th of last year. (I wrote it in 10 days later…). If you wish to know how I came to write this drabble, feel free to check my profile… In the meantime, I dedicate this drabble to all those persons who were alone at San Valentine.