February; the month of love and romance. The month of roses and valentines. And the month I just want to take a cross bow to that little golden curly fat man in a diaper with his little wings. Take him out seeing that he so often messes up and clearly has no idea what he is doing.
Am I a bitter, scorned woman. Hell yeah. Show me anyone out there male or female who have not been burned by love. Scarred and left with a heart broken.
But ask me if I still believe in love, I'd have to say yes. I believe that sometimes we jump and fall flat on our face but we might just jump one day and fall in the arms of the person we love. My grandparents could fight like cat and dog but they loved each other so much and were blessed to be married for 50 years.
So yes, even though I sometimes want to strangle Cupid, I still believe in love.
I don't believe in Valentines Day though. For me Valentines day has become more of a competition of who is the next Edward and Bella. Suddenly everyone is in love and so happy in their love bubble floating high up in the sky while the other 364 days gets neglected.
Treating your loved one special should be done everyday instead of just once a year. True love does not need a reminder to appreciate what you have. True love does not nead a cheesy red heart and a white bear with a funny nose to say I love you.
So in this month of so called love remember there are 11 other months to celebrate and to those still searching for love, have hope. Love comes when you least expect it.