Some girls get roses for Valentine’s Day.
If
you’ve been following along for any length of time, you may have surmised by
now that I am, in fact, not one of
those girls.
There
was a time when I gave whatever cursory attention I could to the holiday, but
those were the days of giving a valentine to everyone in the class. Since then, I’ve always made sure that I have
something to do on the V-day—work, volunteer—anything to take the focus off of
the VD and place it somewhere else. It’s
not that I didn’t care about love, or even that I didn’t have anyone to share
it with. It’s just that if you love
someone—platonically or romantically—you should show them every day; there
shouldn’t need to be only one designated day on which to celebrate it.
What
a cruel hand Fate dealt me then, when I met Frank. On Valentine’s Day.
