Valentine’s Day

Hey, how’s it going?

I hadn’t written on my blog for a good long while—really, a very long while—and today is a day when I need to get something off my chest.

It’s been 20 days since my birthday and a few little things have happened, some good and some bad. But nothing that can’t be fixed.

Today is Valentine’s Day. I got a few hugs and kisses and 2 lollipops :p. It’s never about the material stuff; it’s the gesture that always counts—exactly what I was telling a friend. I don’t like giving a dozen roses; I only like giving one. Why just one?? One symbolizes love and affection; the simple act of handing it over represents that. Twelve plus an expensive arrangement is just materialism—the bigger and fancier it is, the more it feels like you’re trying to buy the person. Well, that’s what I believe and what I think; after all, it’s my blog and I can write whatever nonsense I feel like, hehe.

And maybe people will connect this to what happened today, and yes, it’s about today, because they rubbed in (or made me very aware of) the fancy setup they gave someone and that I didn’t give a year ago; but what they don’t know is this:

That day, I simply gave a balloon—a tiny, ordinary balloon. Of course she expected something more, and the bigger surprise was coming that night. The gesture should always come first. Anyone can reserve a table and a kitchen; but making dinner, setting the table, and creating a lovely evening—money can’t buy that, and a smile is always the best reward.

That’s what I wanted to do: a dinner, just a dinner cooked by me for her. I won’t say what or how, because those are my secrets about her tastes. But I just wanted to say this to let it out and tell someone—or something—since I kept it inside for a year and never said it. I learned to make things I’d never done before and that she loved. A bouquet of roses or a stuffed animal can’t make up for that…

But hey, I’m not bitter, just… normal. I have someone to think about and give all my affection to right now, and luckily this girl knows it. Whether she wants to return it, I don’t know—I can’t force her. That’s one of the gifts I’ve learned: to accept other people’s will, something I used to have such a hard time admitting.

Now I’m a little different, and I hope I keep changing.

Happy Valentine’s Day, kids!!!

P.S. I want my cake 😐

Listening to Madonna – Hung Up, feeling Bored