I have had a complicated relationship with Valentine’s Day. As a kid, we would make cards for our Moms and it may have been the first time we learned how good we were at drawing a heart with an arrow through it.
As a teen, we would send our classmates our hearts and it could be a dreadful situation. The pretty girls seemingly already knew they were pretty and their desks would fill up with cards or flowers. And the less-pretty girls would sit there quietly, witnessing the spectacle. I don’t remember ever receiving any of those gifts and the anticipation and the disappointment was always carefully balanced in its weight and its potential elation.
I never had a girlfriend on Valentine’s Day that I can remember. At least that I spent with her because I was always working. It was among the three busiest days in the restaurant world and one could see the romance and the obligation in equal measure.
It is a day that is an amplification of one’s current romantic environment. Those in love, don’t need it. And those not in love don’t want it. Meals and flowers are more expensive, and those with wealthy hearts are not in need of further enrichment. And those with lonesome hearts, just feel the dearth of their impoverishment.
I don’t think I will ever really take any of it seriously. You either buy into it or your don’t, for whatever reason.
For those who are in love, lucky you. For those who may be lonely, spring is coming and the warmth will soon touch your skin again. And whomever you may be, Happy Valentine’s Day! You might not be in love, but you are certainly loved. And someone may yet be drawing a poorly drawn heart for you.