I love to treat others on Valentine’s day-I really do. I know it’s a Hallmark card event, but it’s a day where the kind of love I like to express seems normal. Where the daily adventures of life can be upped and multiplied a bit.
When you get a chance to cherish the love in your life, you have to do it. Every day. You don’t know if the last time your love leaves for work in the morning is the last time you will see them. The universe holds the day for our passing, and does not willingly part with this information for reason. We can either live our lives waiting for death, or we can live our lives embracing life and understanding that death can happen at any moment.
I understand that the ones who are lonely today may hate this day-or perhaps, there are awful reminders of when love disappeared or seemed to turn sour. But it’s a day that can also act as a reminder. That the greatest person in your life to love, is you. This day can be an adventure, this day can be incredible or it can be any other. It is your choice, whatever makes you happiest.
I always write about what I want to do for others on this day-but I want to write now, if I may, about what I sometimes hope for at night. I think it’s good to imagine the things you want. The kind of love you dream about.
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It’s Valentine’s day and I wake up to next to the love of my life and poetry. Poems everywhere, my favorites, ones I’ve shared, leading me out of bed and into the kitchen. I look at her sleeping and I know she’s pretending-and I kiss her on the forehead while I read each poem.
I enter the kitchen and see a letter and a bag of coffee on the counter with a small note that says, I love you, ps-would you make a cup for me?
I sit down while it’s brewing and read the letter-which contains a poem written by her. I stand up after reading it, my heart overwhelmed with love. I go to pour the coffee and I feel her head on my shoulder as she comes up behind me. Her arms pull me into an embrace and also into the blanket draped around her shoulders. I kiss her- my favorite taste her morning smile.
I hand her a cup, made just how she likes it and we sit together and she looks into my eyes and tells me again she loves me. The way she says it, they aren’t just words- every time it hits me with full feeling.
I tell her I love the coffee and she curls into me closer and says, hmm, good, I love you more. And I tell her it’s impossible, because I love her the most. She laughs and tells me she’s not awake enough yet to play this game.
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I’ve stopped writing in this present moment, but I cannot help the smile on my face. I could keep writing-but just that, it’s a small dream of mine. I could keep writing, but I know the universe is going to provide and all i can do is have faith and feel this happiness course through my body.
Every year, I come up with new things that I can do either by myself or with the person I love. I take some ideas out for a test drive first, sometimes with others. I don’t mind being alone right now, not in the slightest.
Today, while poetry was not written out for me, I read it myself in the morning hours. Made coffee and smiled in the light of love still. I saw people in the early morning with flowers in their hands, rushing to get back home before their love wakes up. I saw people driving with smiles on their faces, gifts opened on the front seat on their commute to work.
Even on gray days, it is important to remember that although we may not be able to always see the sun, she is always present. It is impossible to lose a light that large-and so it is all we can do, to learn how to embrace the light and stand the pain of the darkness leaving. The pain does not last long-but the light, it lasts forever.
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