..I am not. Surely, it must feel euphoric to spend a bomb to show someone you love him/her. Better yet, to make said person feel even better by actually doing it ONCE a year. Oh, how amazingly fulfilling it must be, to show the world that affection can be evaluated by the number of roses/cards/chocolates you receive!
Woe betide those who are inundated with heavy workload, ones unloved; ones that are disfigured beyond the human's capacity to be of concern, or *gasp!* God forbid, ones with oaths of celibacy! For theirs, is the fate to be locked up at home and be shunned from the festivites of the season--to be exiled from the joy of being paraded around like a princess born to a oft-thought barren queen! Unthinkable! Such depravation! Choise or not, it is an end no-one would ever hope for.
Sour grapes, am I not?
I extend my hands; more so my heart to those broken by circumstances, to those whose life is shattered when the ones they loved walked through the door--never to be seen. My soul grieves for the lonely bride, widowed by life's cruel game; and I weep for the crying girl whose denial was an ounce too heavy, as does she.
Sour grapes,I am.
*************
If you don't have one, regurgitate what love means to you and have some reflections about yourself and other ppl.