Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. This time last year I went on some single gal's rant about my disdain for the sugar coated Hallmark event. I mourned the loss of the meaning from which this holiday stemmed. Yet this year there I was in a chic paper store, selecting the perfectly romantic, witty, and humorous valentine for my Valentine.
Maybe it's because I've never really had a Valentine before. Or maybe it's because I've never been in love like this before, but here I am...wrapping things up in red curly ribbon and making plans for dinner. And feeling like a giddy adolescent because this year on Valentine's Day I have a person who will hold my hand and open my door and sit and listen as I ramble on about the day's events.
I still believe this holiday is an over commercialized, consumerist, Hallmark scheme. To sell red pieces of paper and heart shaped chocolates and long stemmed roses. But then I think, so what's wrong with that? What's wrong with making a fuss in the name of love? What's wrong with grand gestures and corny poetry? I guess it just doesn't seem so terrible anymore.
love is more thicker than forget
By E. E. Cummings
love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail
it is more mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea
love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less littler than forgive
it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky
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