Valentine’s day is always divided between two kind of people:
The “Picture Perfect” couple
The ones who are in a relationship and are too full of love and honey and PDA in this one day of the year, while every other days they argue and call each other “bastard” and “bitch” all the time.
If you love someone, you should do it all the time, not just today. And privately, please.
The cynicals
The ones who are not in a relationship and hate this day because it reminds them they’re forever alone. Long story short, just jealous people.
You’ll find your true love someday, don’t worry. And you, too, will become the nauseous “Picture Perfect” couple.
I’m happy to say I’m in the third group: the ‘Whatever’ people.
Basically, I see this day as the victory of capitalism; couples who share lovely messages and pictures on the internet as sad people; and people who hate the previously mentioned couples even sadder.
Today I celebrate another kind of love. My love for poems, my love for Shakespeare, my love for books, my love for friends, my love for salty things, my love for Love. In other words, my love for myself.
The way things are right now, I couldn’t be happier, being single.
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postato da kristalbrooks
