Just another day

Kids selling roses in the streets,

Shops filled with “I love you” cards,

Couples walking too intimately on streets.

Hello, February. 

It was that month of the year,

The month that’s suppose to be of love,

A month waited by many, hated by some, dreaded by few.

4 years ago on this very day, she thought life was complete.

3 and half years later, they had both gone in their own ways.

They were friends nonetheless but it was different.

In the way, they both grew up.

They realized that they had different ideas and views on life.

Love still meant a lot but now she realized,

It was more about finding herself than about anything else.

The hype that people create around one day always seemed strange.

Because when you truly love someone,

Don’t you think it’s better to celebrate it everyday then just one day?

Why should there be one particular day for showing love?

She smiled when she thought bout it.

The doorbell rang and she walked towards the front door,

There it was, the familiar bouquet. It was from him.

Standing tall with the carnations,

There stood one rose with a note,

It said, “Not because it Valentines Day but because you love it”

She sighed. It looked the same but it was different this time.

A year ago although she didn’t want to admit,

She was happy to see it.

She was no anti-valentine person,

She just believed that we should love, respect and show it daily rather than one day.

They had always shared that thought but that didn't stop him from making it special for her.

A year ago, she would have been happy but

Today, it was just going to be about her and no one else.

Because its true when someone says that,

'Before anyone can love you, you need to love yourself.'

She picked up the bouquet, smelled the carnations,

And kept it on the side table.

She then sipped the red wine, 

Smiled and walked away.

This valentines, she will be her valentine. It will be a date with herself.

She will let her hair loose and go out with friends or watch a movie or snuggle up in the bed with a book.
She will not be bothered by the fuss created neither will she think bout why she is alone.
She will learn to love herself because she knows she deserves it.

Because man or no man, this day was just hers to be lived,

And no one could take it away or make her feel alone.

Because one day is never enough to show what 'LOVE' means and because cupid has to wait for a little longer for her before it strikes again...