All the Small Things

February 14th is here yet again. it’s a nice idea and all, but i don’t quite understand it. sure, a day to show love and compassion to the one(s) you care about. another day that gives you an excuse to spend extra money. another day they raise the prices of things just because people will continue to buy into it every single year. a day where those who are in love can show their love to everyone, congregate with other couples. a day where those who are alone feel even more alone and pity themselves. it’s the day when guys are confused, girls are disappointed. i think most forget why we even celebrate valentine’s day. “it has something to do with some saint, right? st. valentine. he did something.” this is expected, for most people don’t know the true meaning behind any of the holidays but still celebrate them. some people don’t believe in the meaning behind some holidays yet still celebrate them. for that, i find myself guilty.

i am one to love and love until my heart hurts, but i sadly do not believe in the legend of valentine’s day. st. valentine might have existed. he might have performed marriages for secret lovers. maybe he was in love with the jailer’s daughter while he was in prison. valentine’s day is celebrated to honor this saint’s death, supposedly. in my opinion, it’s just another excuse to party. nothing wrong with that. in history, i think we’ve made up a whole lot of things. some of our holidays included. but this is besides the point.

why do we need one single day to show our love? why must one day symbolize love and caring? you should do nice things for the ones you love anyway. you should take your lover to do something sweet when they’re least expecting it. you shouldn’t need one day to give your loved one a teddy bear or a box of chocolates. you shouldn’t need a single day to show how much you love someone. this should be every day. we should be generous every day. we shouldn’t expect so much. valentine’s day contradicts love, in my opinion. love is infinity. all day every day. i don’t think just a day can symbolize love. love is 365 days a year.

so if you don’t have a special someone on valentine’s day, please don’t be discouraged. it is just another day. when you see couples out and about; being in love, smile and be happy for them. for maybe one day in the past that was you. or maybe one day in the future that will be you. if you have a special someone on valentine’s day and don’t get exactly what you wanted, don’t freak out. nobody is perfect, and love most certainly cannot be shown through just gifts. love most certainly cannot be exemplified through cards that play music and cost $8.00. and most of all, no matter who you are, don’t forget to love. love even when you feel like hating. not just today. every single day.

it’s a question we never fail to question. but in my opinion, love is one of those things that has a personal definition. love is whatever you feel it is.

in my opinion, i can only briefly explain love. there aren’t enough words existing in language to explain the feeling. love is caring. truly caring. enough to tell the truth even if it’s going to hurt. enough to be there no matter what. and wanting to be there no matter what.

love is passion.  the feeling like you’d do anything for the person. love is getting butterflies from silly things. love is someone who has the power to make you the happiest person in the world and the saddest person in the world.

love is having fun. someone who you think is the most hilarious person in the world. always thinking of fun stuff to do even on rainy days.

love is unlimited. it makes me mad when kids my age make fun of kids who are 12 and 13 that say they’re in love. maybe they are. if they feel like they are, i think they are. love is so special, why can’t everyone feel it? from age one to one-hundred, we all deserve love.