Another V-day
So I find myself trapped again in another Valentines mystery/horror film with no one and nowhere to turn to. This is just not my day. Valentines day last year sucked because I got into a huge fight with my mom which ended with.... yea. Now this year I'm sick. Still no valentine, but who the hell needs one anyways? I have such a melancholy outllok when it comes to love. Maybe it's because I've never truly felt love. The kind of love that makes you bleed and yet come to life at the same time. The kind of love that makes your head spin and your heart break into a million pieces. If that love even exists, than no I haven't felt it yet. I wonder what everyone else is doing today. Are they curled up with their sweethearts? Are they lost in their roses? So much money spent to say I love you. Three words. That's it. I love you. I love you. I love you. What is that? Three words with as many different meanings as the many different people that utter them. I can say I love you to my dog. I can say I love you to my lover. But I don't think my dog would be as important as my lover. What does love mean? According to the dictionary love is a strong attraction brought about by affection or desire. It's all about feeling, but can anyone truly feel?