L.O.V.E.

The day of love , or so they call it, is yet again on our doorstep. Some may be quite excited about it and then, there may be the ones who not only despise this day , but hate the color red altogether. Yes, I've been in the company of few such living examples. And If I had not met them myself I would not believe this because I happen to be a complete opposite of what they are.

I am a hopeless romantic kind of person. Yes, a person who is in love with love. A person who believes that there is always this one person who is made only for her. A person who believes that all the Nicholas Spark's books come true. A person who firmly believes that the thing called 'true love' exists beyond the pages of love stories. A person who believes that you can have your own personal fairy tale. Cheesy, you may tell me but well, that's the way I am. And, I swear, not a single word I've written here is exaggerated. What I've written is what I believe because ...erm...you know.. I'm known to be the person who speaks her mind. *wink wink*

All the love songs playing all around, the romantic movies being featured back-to-back on the T.v. , the gift shops adorned with the red-colored-heart-shaped everything, the dewy red roses outside the florist's shop, .... last few days have been a complete treat for me. With all these things going around me, I could as well be imagining the heart shapes flying in the air.You know, being literal to the quote "Love is in the air". lol.

Don't get me wrong, I don't like all this because I have that 'someone special' to share this with . I honestly don't. I happen to be one of those full-fledged single person with no strings attached whatsoever. And happy and cheerful with everything that life has been throwing at my face all along. Well, not EVERYTHING, but I guess you get the point here.

Many people think that V-day is only about exchanging gifts between the two love birds and I am strongly cynical towards such thoughts. I feel, the day of love is about loving. Loving all those people who love you in return. Being thankful for getting all the love that people around you have been showering at you, all year long!

The thoughts that I've been sharing with you guys , the things I've written were not something I was born with. If the past-me saw the present-me post this, she would just faint right there with the absurdity of the idea (Some of you just might be feeling the same right now! :P). Just a year ago, I felt that unless you don't have a ''hunny bunny'' to share the feeling of love, this day is pointless . And I stun myself by realizing that my ideas have changed so much in such a short duration of time. It's like everything has moved to the opposite pole. Maybe that's me being mature about all this stuff. But whatever it is, I feel proud and happy that I feel this way. I really do.

Some people say that, having only a day for love is a very absurd idea. But is it ? Returning the love ,you've been getting all year, on the day meant for it , not only makes this very day special but strengthens all the relation which you treasure wholeheartedly.

So, step out of your way ,even if it is just for this one day, and do something worthwhile for your loved ones. Go out there and let them know that you are thankful for all the love you receive. Surprise friends..... Amaze family..... And losing this opportunity is a big loss, don't you think ? As the fourteenth of February is only around once a year! :)

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apeeFebruary 14, 2013 at 6:02 PM
BEST here As you scroll down... :)
to the very end...
read this over no matter what-so-many times.. :D
its the thought that counts.. :)

love you,forever, my valentine.. :D
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