I suppose anyone reading this would think that here goes another sour one who would rant and rave about the existence of Valentine's Day and all the hype surrounding it.
Another jaded old phart who have been hurt too many times to not believe in love, and who hates just about everyone who walk in a cloud of perpetual happiness.
Whilst I have never been into Valentine's Day for reasons that would only make sense to myself - I would never scoff at or discourage anyone who wants to show their loved one how much they're loved on this designated day. Sometimes we forget what was it that made us fall in love with our partners, and it's all too easy to take each other for granted just because they're... there. I suppose Valentine's would serve as a reminder, and let us think back on that first smile, the electricity shooting through your being as you first held hands, and the magical first kiss shared. Even though all that may be a tad 'old-fashioned', I do believe that the best romances start off slowly... sometimes without the both of you even realizing that things are progressing at a comfortable pace.
Love is magical. It's something that I would never bar out of my life simply because I have found (to my consternation!) that it's probably the only thing that would readily put a smile on my face... it's the feeling that makes me grin for no particular reason, and make my heart skip a beat just with the prospect of meeting him. Of course, I've been on the sharp end of love's sword as well - and perhaps, even up till now, I'm still feeling the effects of the gaping wound... but the memories are what keeps me believing. As much as love can hurt, the happiness it gives when the right one comes along - can never be described.
A million words can never sufficiently describe the feelings that love can evoke, and there are no explanations nor reasons for love. We can deny it all we want, but there is no denying the fact that all of us have been touched at one time or another - by that magical fairy dust of love.
When everything seems so much clearer, and nothing can ever bring you down. When we care enough about another person, so much so that we would want to see them happy, it hurts us when they're sad, and every minute spent with them is to be treasured - that's love.
Valentine's is not only for lovers... it's a celebration of love. Among friends, family, and whomever else in our lives that have touched us in some ways; maybe even our enemies.
Henry Kissinger once said: "Nobody will ever win the battle of the sexes.There's too much fraternizing with the enemy."
Perhaps I still believe in love because I still believe in my dreams.
In love and in dreams...nothing is impossible.
Happy Valentine's Day.
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