V-Day

Last year for this "special" holiday I decided instead to just skip it. I celebrated Ben Day instead, had a Ben Affleck movie marathon, coccooned into a non reality bubble and it was quite nice. This year I had planned to do the same, but for some reason reality keeps seeping in. There's a new kind of bitter being 30 and single, today. I'm one of those girls that love cheesy romantic movies and can be moved to tears by ads. And usually my faith in love, and the hope of its possibility is unshakeable. Seems I'm growing up I guess, although I hate the idea of giving up ideals. As I fall asleep I sometimes make up moments in my future. The moments have changed and the future I picture now seems to be, empty, in comparison. Maybe I'm just having a bad day.