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Red, pinks, and pastels everywhere. The tops with hearts on them, the red balloons with the thin, fancy, cursive fonts and generic “I Love You” and “Happy Valentine’s Day.” The flashy pink and silvery Walgreens gift bags. Some flashier than others because they were bought at last minute and they were the only ones left. Restaurants are overbooked and many will try to redeem themselves for years worth of mistakes.
Gifts will be left on top of a table or a dresses for a few days and then become what they’re supposed to be: garbage. The balloon will deflate. The chocolate will melt.
I hate it all.
But I have so much love to give.
And it’s not about being single, although that does make it sting a bit. Even while I was in a relationship, I hated it. “Please don’t waste money on a stuffed animal that I’ll NEVER find a place for, Ralph.” Also, I hate chocolate. I wanted love shown to me every day in every way - not just today and certainly not with chocolate. For the time we were together, I was always busy and in school (dusk ‘till dawn) on V-day. Maybe one day someone will change my mind about this. Hopefully, it’s a black man.