Valentine’s Day shouldn’t get you down…
To me, Valentine’s Day is a day that should be celebrated by lovers. When I say lovers, I am referring to people like my parents. A couple that met almost 30 years ago. It should be celebrated by a man who went up to a woman in a crowded club and asked her to dance, to which he was turned down. He went back an hour later and upon the advice of her friend, they danced.
They had been dating for a while when my mother was in a horrible car accident. She told me that her only memory of the incident was that she heard one paramedic say to the other, “She’s not going to make it.” My father went to the hospital, and with my mother laying there with her shattered knee, he asked her to marry him.
I’ve never ONCE heard my dad call my mother by her name. It’s always “honey” or “darling.” I think that trait rubbed off on me, and I think I like that about him. To me, they are the perfect couple and that’s sometimes hard to say- “The Perfect Couple” because, obviously, no one is perfect, no couple is perfect.
Valentine’s Day should not get you down. We all know that “corporate America” has ruined it for all of us. Hollywood has distorted our view about love and relationships, but Valentine’s Day shouldn’t get you down.
When I think about it, Valentine’s Day is everyday for me. I’ll wait for all of you to finish laughing, and saying “Is this guy for real?” and thinking how much of a corn ball I am, but it’s true. If I like someone, she’s going to find out. Whether it be gifts, or gestures or compliments, I lay it on pretty thick. Most of the time I end up getting hurt, and my friends tell me to give up the nice guy routine.
But, alas, I can’t. I learned from a man who if anything, did one of the most romantic things I’ve ever heard. There was no crowd, there were no flowers, there was no dinner. There was a woman who he thought he was going to lose, and he HAD to make a promise to her, so he did, and he has.
So if you’re alone on Valentine’s Day it’s ok, because I’ll be too, but don’t let Valentine’s Day get you down. It’s just like any other day. You’ll wake up and it’ll be Wednesday, and if you see her, do that exact same thing you would do in Valentine’s Day.
This. Valentine’s Day is my parents anniversary. As much as they get frustrated with each other, they’re still one of the cutest and lively couples I’ve ever seen. They use pet names, never real names, they do stupid cheesy shit, and I cannot express to you how many times I’ve caught my father grabbing my mothers ass hahaha. I know I say that I don’t really believe love can exist and that the word scares me, but seriously, fucking believe.