It’s Valentines Day.
It’s a day when couples walk hand in hand and show signs of public affection. They show us single people what we are missing out on. Only the lonely understand how hard this day can be.
I’ve never been a success in love. It’s not from a lack of trying, I’ve gone around the circle several times. Every time has resulted in disaster. But that’s enough about me.
Valentines Day is a celebration of love. Sure, every day should serve as a day of celebration of the mushiest of emotions. It doesn’t and that’s unfortunate, but that’s a different piece of writing.
Partners, significant others, or whatever you call them, are an important part of life. They help ease our burdens, share in our pain, and rejoice with us in our triumphs. Or at least that is the perspective from a unsuccessful, wannabe lovebird.
Life as a divorced person is different. It can even be fun, but I miss companionship. I miss the thrill of having someone to share my life and its misadventures with. There’s still hope, but as I grow older I fear time is running out.
Time is running out, but not in the sense I am speaking of. Tomorrow, I turn 49. This writing may stem from a fear of growing older, alone. It’s that or I detest getting older.
Anyway, Happy Valentines Day to you all.