Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Dear Valentine's Day


I've told myself for as long as I can remember that your day isn't important to me...when I think the truth is that I've never really been important to someone on this day (anything before the age of 18 doesn't count...that was just foolish love).

And so Alex and I decide that because it's not a big deal, we'll go to dinner...but there you are, everywhere we turn...refusing to not let me think of you.  Barrels of flowers in the grocery store unsent, prix fixe menus EVERYWHERE...which really is unfair to those of us who just want a little food and not to sit for hours upon hours amongst all the other people who are either in love or trying to convince themselves they are.

I know that no matter how many times I tell you to leave me alone, that I will never need you...you'll always be there in the background, keeping me just curious enough.  But I hope you know that for all your attempts to rub salt in the wound, I still had a fabulous night eating oysters on the half shell, drinking wine and laughing more than I have ever laughed on Valentine's Day.

For all those years I spent with him, every one of your days was a lonely one...but last night, for the first time in as long as I can remember, lonely wasn't the word that came to mind.

Dylan

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