damn-it-dom-hummel:
I hope you’re not trying to say that there’s any legitimate reason anyone should hate a particular date, because you’re completely full of shit. Calendars mean fuck all, dude. Sun rises and sets whether we organize it on a little grid or not.
But some days are the day you met your future wife, the day you chose to celebrate that anniversary by getting married despite both of you thinking that getting married on Valentine’s Day is cheesy as hell, and then your wife dies, so despite thinking about life with a “sun rises and sets no matter what” mentality, you can’t shake how much that hurts. And it hurts every day, but it especially hurts on that day. And there’s nothing illegitimate about that feeling.













