Valentine's Day?
February 14...There is a serious question that has pondered in my mind for some time now. How is it that someone like me can believe in all the level's of "Love" but hate's the fact of Valentine's day. The one day of the year where "Love" comes alive. The day couple ponder together and tell each other of how much they mean to one another. I believe in the whole fact of "Love", but I just can't get myself to overcome this day of compassion and hope. I've often thought of it as maybe I don't like the day because it hurt's me to see people with those they love. Maybe, it's the description of how much they show affection towards one another. I honestly can say that I love the bond between me and family; but, the bond between someone and another, it's heartbreaking. What's the point of Valentine's day? Honestly? If there is no one to show and share it with, then why do some of us have to wait and suffer in the shadow's like there is no return of hope for us.
Thinking about all the wonder's of "Love" and compassion make's me wonder and think. Why do I hate Valentine's day so much? What has brought me to this? What has turned my heart of pure blood and worthiness, to stone and ice. This isn't the part where I go crazy and say this is the point where I wish I was with someone and had to someone to love me like other's love each other. This is just a innocent prompt stating my wonder's of why do I feel the way I do.
