and february was so long...
Oh here comes the month with that wonderful little holiday known as Valentine's day. Now maybe it seems a little early to be all with the valentine's whine-fest, but tough. I've been watching a lot of things lately that have got me in that lonely kinda mood, so here'sa very early valentine's rant. My mother likes to think of it as a celebration of all the love in the world, I suppose that would be easier to do when you've been married to your high school sweet-heart over 30 years. I mean, it's kinda hard to be all sad and melancholy on valentines when you haven't spent it alone, since you were like 14. It's another thing entirely when you've spent it alone for 19 years, about 5 of which you've been old enough to care. So now here I am again faced with the ever present dilemma of being single, not wanting to feel so empty without another person, yet desperate for one. I'm babbling, there's really no point here that I haven't made a million times...and making it again gets me nowhere.
Really, I just want to be held, and to hold someone, while we sleep...to wake up in someone's arms and want to stay there. It doesn't seem like to much to ask. Maybe I'm a hopeless romantic, dreaming up things that only happen on tv or in the movies.
Really, I just want to be held, and to hold someone, while we sleep...to wake up in someone's arms and want to stay there. It doesn't seem like to much to ask. Maybe I'm a hopeless romantic, dreaming up things that only happen on tv or in the movies.