When Valentine’s Day comes around I squirm slightly. There is something that bothers me about seeing couples interact in general, but it seems like their lovey dovey romance is heightened. As I’ve gotten older, I came to learn about Galantine’s day, the day when single people celebrate their love for their friends and family. I think that is really what Valentine’s Day is all about, showing love and appreciation for people we care about.
I have not been fortunate enough to celebrate Valentine’s Day with special someone in a long time. The fact that I am still single has become more of a comfort than an embarrassment. I value the free time I would be giving to that someone special and the fact that I have less of a chance of getting hurt if I’m single. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not anti-relationship; at this point I have determined that being single is not a bad thing if you haven’t found the one you love.
For the past six Valentine’s Days, I have been fortunate enough to have a little man to celebrate with. My nephew was born on February 14th,2008 and will forever be my special someone on Valentine’s Day. This year he is turning six and it blows my mind how fast time goes. Two years ago, I had my own Valentine, but things change. Since then, I have come to understand that the process of finding the one who feels right is not instantaneous. I have embraced the single life and while I think those pink puppies are adorable, I know I will be given one eventually, it’s just a matter of time and patience.