I'll Be Ok, Really

Each Valentine's Day that I spend alone sinks the bitter sting of Winter deeper into my heart, and reminds me just how pathetic every attempt I have ever made at love was. It is the darkest day of the year—darker than the winter solstice. I can't wait for this day to be over. Tomorrow, the sun will rise again, and things will be ok. But, today, you might as well just push the sides of the trench in on me. I wasn't made to play the war-games of love today.

In Spanish speaking countries, today is referred to as the day of love and friendship. The focus is less on romantic love, and more on loving and appreciating everyone important to you. I like that. I don't take back what I said before. I hate Valentine's day. There was only one that was very good. But, maybe today I can pretend I'm in Mexico, and forget about the chilly air. Even if it's only 41º outside and Valentine's attempts to place its icy hands over my upturned eyes, I'm going to try to make it a bit warmer in my heart.

(Ending statement): Yep, today sucks, but I'm going to try to make it warm anyway.