Self-fulfilling prophecy
I wish that I could be more hopeful and know with confidence that tomorrow with be a totally awesome Valentine's day. Like every year, I hope to just get a single rose, but it hasn't happened yet.
Girls in the office don't want the attention of getting flowers in the office. In my head I'm thinking, "Can those flowers that you don't want be sent to me?"
I've been major homesick lately, but thankfully, someone special was there for me at the late hours of the night. And in times when I really couldn't call anyone, I was thankful that Tina and Tara has provided me with a package of pick-me up collection of CDs. Sunday night, it was Chantal Kreviazuk. With the piano melodies, I closed my eyes and tried to think of happier thoughts.
I realize like it is very much a commercial holiday, but I'm a girl that grew up in a commercial world and have been slightly brain-washed to believe that having someone to share valentine's with actually means something. To have someone to love actually means something. To be loved means something. As much as I'd love a grand romantic gesture, it would be just nice to have a hand to hold while walking along Darling Harbour. To have someone to cuddle with to try to keep warm on a park bench. To play on the swings as if we were kids again. To be kissed and have it be filled with passion.
I digress though. At the beginning of this year, I was hopeful. But, as tomorrow draws near. I begin to realize again, it's a self-fulfilling prophecy of another Valentine's Day alone.
Girls in the office don't want the attention of getting flowers in the office. In my head I'm thinking, "Can those flowers that you don't want be sent to me?"
I've been major homesick lately, but thankfully, someone special was there for me at the late hours of the night. And in times when I really couldn't call anyone, I was thankful that Tina and Tara has provided me with a package of pick-me up collection of CDs. Sunday night, it was Chantal Kreviazuk. With the piano melodies, I closed my eyes and tried to think of happier thoughts.
I realize like it is very much a commercial holiday, but I'm a girl that grew up in a commercial world and have been slightly brain-washed to believe that having someone to share valentine's with actually means something. To have someone to love actually means something. To be loved means something. As much as I'd love a grand romantic gesture, it would be just nice to have a hand to hold while walking along Darling Harbour. To have someone to cuddle with to try to keep warm on a park bench. To play on the swings as if we were kids again. To be kissed and have it be filled with passion.
I digress though. At the beginning of this year, I was hopeful. But, as tomorrow draws near. I begin to realize again, it's a self-fulfilling prophecy of another Valentine's Day alone.