No Valentine, No Febru-worries
Here I am, still wide awake, despite the promise I made to myself to never sleep so late at night/so early in the morning ever again. I guess promises are made to be broken. Please don't get offended, I am not generalizing.
It's February again. For me, it's just another month that I have to go through, just another page in a calendar that I would tear up nonchalantly after 28 days have passed. For others, it is the "love month", that time of the year every cookie-cutter couple anticipate, when the demand for roses go up, and the supply of condoms go down. Oops.
A lot of my friends have plans with their special someones, and I am genuinely happy for them. If I have read their Facebook status updates or tweets about dinner and movie dates years ago, I would've felt bad that I would be oh-so-alone come the 14th. But I'm more mature now (really, I just don't look the part). I have learned that there's nothing wrong with being single, there's nothing right about whining about being single, that love is full of mysteries (like the rosary), that love is a many-splendored thing (sang Engelbert Humperdinck, bless his soul).
How would I celebrate Valentine's Day? It is a question I can choose not to answer, but I will anyway just to fill the spaces in this blog entry box. Kidding, kidding! Anyway, this is how I envision my Valentine's Day this year:
Even though I live miles away from the office, I'll report to work early and bail at around 5 in the afternoon. If riding the MRT would prove to be a challenge (I'm sure it would be one heck of a challenge), I would probably arrive at the mall at half past 6. I would rush to the cinemas only to see long lines and the words "SOLD OUT" in red at the monitors above the ticket booth.
I'll turn around, curse (in my head), and try to look for a place to eat. I imagine I'd be so hungry that I'd settle for anything. Lo and behold, I will find that restaurants are chock-full of people who have reserved seats days before. Frustrated, I'll hail the bus bound for home.
I will rejoice that a lot of the seats in the bus have not been taken yet (as my fellow commuters would still be rendezvousing at malls, parks, hotels, etc.), and come home to my mother, who cooked something special for the both of us. She will tell me stories of how my father used to serenade her when they were young, how she tried to evade him but failed because my father was too persistent. We will laugh together - my mother might tear up a little, but I will hug her even before she realizes that no one will give roses to her ever again every Valentine's Day. I will hope that a kiss and an embrace will suffice for a costly bouquet of flowers. We will bid each other good night, then enter our respective rooms. I will close the door and lie in my bed, thinking of the day that was, until I fall into a dreamless sleep.
Well. Valentine's Day is all about loving. I may not be in a romantic relationship, but I can always foster relationships that I have with my family and friends. There's no reason for me to be lonely this upcoming Hearts Day, and I know you have none, too. We can always be happy, if we choose to be.
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