Dear Valentine

When I was growing up Valentines Day was one of my favorite days. In school we’d make these cardboard mail deposit boxes and tape them to the front of our desks, and classmates would put their Valentines cards in. I’m not sure what grade/year this stopped. I do remember some girls being particularly tickled pink about getting Valentines from their crushes. Myself, I liked the funny ones.

“I choo-choo-choose you,” said Thomas.

Valentines Day as an adult? ……Ugh.

If you’re lucky enough to have someone special in your life, that you still can stand to look at, maybe you’ll get flowers and/or chocolates. Champagne. Not have to do the dishes.

(How high are our standards? Am I right?) Lol..

The element of surprise is what makes Valentines Day special. I hope someone surprises you. Catches you off guard, in the best way. Throw around smiles like they’re free, because they are.

Loving YOU,

M.

Mon valentin

worth the words

drowning in shallow water
it happens
sometimes, we’re just
the field of daisies, not the rose
bound tight in red velvet – thorns in
sometimes, we’re just
the length of soft white sacrifice
closing eyes and accepting the craving
the blame
the fever
we are a modern disaster
full of hopes and ever-afters
waiting for the golden blur – the interlude
buying into the dream
and I’m still deciding
if this was worth the words

M.