I'm not going to hate on Valentines Day, I'm sure being able to celebrate it is great. When you were 8 your counted how many Valentines cards you got. Then when you were in middle school and high school you would hope that your name was on one of those roses that got passed out. It was always a secret competition, who could get the most roses (not counting the ones from Mom) or the most candy or cards, just to try to boost your self esteem because obviously more people loved you hah. Well here I am 21 years later, with a card on my counter from my grandparents wishing me a happy Valentines day. I spent the morning going to church by myself, with the power still off from the storm. Then venturing out to Royse City to visit my grandfather's grave, were I sat by myself in a open cememtery all alone with the wind and cold blowing all around. My grandfather was one of the most influential people in my life, so I grabbed a donut and sat and talked to him. Damn, this sounds pretty depressing. But in a weird way it wasn't. I then grabbed lunch with one of my best friends, and he mentions to me how he always wondered why I was totally ok with doing my own thing. It's like I like being alone sometimes. Don't get the wrong idea, I don't want to end up the single cat lady and live totally isolated from society. I love people, I love being around them. I want to find that someone to give cheesy Valentines day cards too, and I love that feeling that being loved gives you. Maybe next year my valentines date won't "get sick" like he did today, or who knows maybe it will be spent with my cat and a bottle of wine again. I haven't even heard from my own family all day haha. We shouldn't have to have one specific day to tell people that you love them, make that everyday. No matter where the people I love are, they should always know I love them. Simply put, spread the love.
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