Sunday, 15 February 2015

My Unhappy Valentine

My Valentine

Wait do I even know what that means, the feelings it should bring or significance in our life? no I don't think I have an idea independent from the capitalist tale of the day. Well I thought to myself to write you a letter, as the legend of Valentine. 

I am writing a letter to you instead of sending flowers because it has the ability to share not only thoughts but words that my heart would like to communicate to yours. What does Valentine mean to us, what are we celebrating? I mean when last did we kiss passionately, held each other tight, fell asleep in each others arms, walk around with your hand in mine? When last did we take a drive into the wild to smell the freshness of the countryside air, a drive to our favourite roadhouse which we can't even remember the name of. When last could we complete each others sentence or even let the other finish a sentence without interjecting to point out who is wrong? When last could you sing a song by Jennifer Holiday on the original "Dreamgirls - And I'm telling you, I'm not leaving". 

Do you still see me as smarter, stronger, faster, handsome, etc. than any other man? Do you still wake up at night to stare at me and smile that your dreams have come true, or is the order of the day to face away in bed? Would you still rather live in poverty with me than in riches with someone else, have bad times with me that good times somewhere else? Are we still building memories or living off the once built during the prime of our love? Is valentine's day a day to celebrate for us or the day to mourn the death of our love? Are you happy with me, proud to still call me your man, do you still feel the passion when our bodies come one? do you tremble with excitement brought by my manhood or fear brought by my fist? 

Do you long for flowers and gifts from me or for love that is true and passionate, the care that is genuine and someone to protect your heart. Will you accept this false valentine card, this pretentious bunch of red roses, the poisonous italian kisses chocolates and be my unhappy valentine so that we can show the world we comply.     

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