By Neroamee Alucard
I used to think of this day as simply a capitalistic exploitation of love, or an excuse to make fractured relationships somehow more materialistic But while there is some truth to this I've learned now that most of that viewpoint was shaped by my phase of being an unabashed, unrepentant, quite frankly an annoying cynic. I put up a shell to keep love out, but couldn't fight the pangs of loneliness. Before we met I'd probably gotten into an entanglement that didn't get to serious because the blessing in that journey of self-repair was developing self-awareness. I stopped them before they got too serious. I still have a lot to unlearn, a lot of baggage to unpack and a lot of bad habits to break like a KitKat. But, I'm thankful that I have you on this journey with me. I have you to ask for aid when I know I need it. To hold me accountable when I'm leaning back on that time in my life. The ages of walking alone left me quite embittered. But then, your smile, the genuine joy you bring to my life The kind of joy that has defeated the greatest of strife. The lips I long to kiss, the mind that so perfectly compliments mine The hurts we've shared without judging, but also being objective on the wrong and the right The laughter, the fun times outside. I thank you for all of it, and hope and pray for more this Valentine's day. I hope that you the misfit and I the reject, can just be what we've become. Beyond what we were, and building upon our love.