“It’s just another day.”
“The commercialism is ridiculous.”
“You don’t want that kind of pressure.”
But my heart wants what she wants. And who I am to judge?
She wants someone special to tell the world she’s special. She wants heart shaped boxes
filled with Godiva chocolates, bright red teddy bears, Hallmark cards, long-stemmed roses,
and romantic nights with candle lights. She wants all of her desires wrapped up in a pretty pink bow.
Instead, she has to put her big girl panties on and give Oscar winning performances to co-workers
and friends.
She has to oooh and ahhh at the heart shaped boxes
filled with Godiva chocolates, bright red teddy bears, Hallmark cards, long-stemmed roses,
and romantic nights with candle lights gifted to everyone but herself.
Are their hearts more deserving?
It’s a Valentine’s Day Masquerade and her happiness is an elaborate facade.
The truth is, she wishes she could rip off her mask and go fast asleep, not wake up until it’s the 15th.
It’s not that she’s a hater. She’s just a lonely heart, who wants what she desires…love.
“Oh well, maybe next year.”
