Bullshit holiday if there ever was one. Valentine's Day was invented in a Madison Avenue hotel room during a three way between Hershey's, Hallmark and Frederick's of Hollywood after an evening of cheap cava, stale Tipparillos and all those left over marshmellow Peeps from last Easter. Hell, even those three can't escape the afterglow of steamy hotel sex and sugar-coma. And what's worse is they manage to spread their sappy sentiment to the rest of us who feel obligated to express to their loved one's just why they are so special.
Just for today, not for everyday.
I don't want flowers. Don't want the obligatory 'love note' about being soul mates or any of that bullshit.
(even though it's true -no really, its true..while I might be a bit snarky, and I am not totally heartless and wholly unsentimental..click the link, would ya?).
You know what would tell me you loved me?
Listening to me when I talk;
really giving a shit about what you hear when you listen to me when I talk;
and responding to me when we talk so I know you're listening to me when I talk.
Follow through,
don't patronize me,
don't take me for granted,
don't take YOU for granted ,
and finishing what you start.
And not just today, but everyday.
...okay, so a little blue box from Tiffany wouldn't suck either. Just sayin'.
