The F word
To have Loved and lost
The F word or more precisely FEBRUARY 14th. The day of Love. Painful reminders of the Love we once had. As I walk through the stores and hearts bomb my vision. I recall How Paul would run out Valentines morning trying to buy some flowers, usually (leftover) wilted ones with pedals that fell to the counter as I put them in the vase. It is not that he loved me any less, He was a working Man and rarely had off on the day of Love.
He would take the time to get the cutest cards and call me his sweetheart. And as I walk through the stores I am so very grateful that I no longer want to pop the balloons and destroy the displays as I once did. The fury from within, How Dare ANY ONE be able to Love when My Love is GONE!
I in fact and able to bare the holidays much easier as time passes, something I never though possible. It is now My Life instead of Our Life. It will always sting a bit. But I am thankful for the time and the Love that we shared. Anger,resentment,jelousy (sp) feeling that everyone seemed to have what I had lost ruled my life. I am glad that I have been able to shed those negative feelings for the most part.
So as the day of Love creeps up upon us once more I hope that the memories bring you a smile of what you were so very lucky to have had. Until then steer clear of the red and pink displays.