Cupid's Broken Arrow

It’s happening again. I’m reminded that I am alone. I do not get to participate, not because I don’t want to, but because I have no one to participate with. I’m am not last to be picked, I am just not picked at all.

Valentine’s Day is quickly approaching, and for what feels like the millionth year in a row I am single. I am not single because I want to be. I am single because I have yet to meet someone surfing the same wave as me. I’ve had close encounters, but nothing has glued, gelled, stuck.

I am not sad, mad, or glad by any of this. It would be nice to have someone to romance and be romanced by, but this is a thought I have anyways. Who doesn’t want to be loved? Who doesn’t want to know they have someone thinking about them just because? Who doesn’t want to be kissed, feel butterflies and doped up on dopamine.

Valentine’s Day is such a fickle day for so many beautiful souls. People who will have someone just not on this specific day are made to feel less. It’s a day to feed the economy, but it’s also a day to feed so many peoples’ loneliness. The key is to remember someone, somewhere, loves you. Sure, it may not be the love you desire on this day of desirables, but it is love nonetheless. That is beautiful.

I will wear my reds proudly. I will have a fulfilled day. I will treat myself to what someone will treat me to one day… And until then I shall be.

Here’s to the lovers, the dreamers and the searching souls. 

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Posted on February 12, 2014 .