Happy Valentines Day (2 of 90)

I Love You:

It's that time of year again. The time of year when it seems like half the world is excited and happy and content with all that they are and the one that they love. But for the other half, it's a time to look at what they believe they don't have. What they feel they're missing.

Today is Friday February the Twelfth. Two days before Valentines Day. The start of Valentines weekend.

Now, we're all fast approaching (or already there) that point in our lives where love is a big deal. Now, I don't mean to make it sound like love is trivial before this point in our lives (love is never trivial). But most of us have reached a stage in our lives where love, and more importantly someone to love is a very important goal.

So understandably, some love this holiday, and some of us hate it with the fiery passion of a thousand dying suns. It reminds us of our weakness. Of the fact that no one loves us. Of the fact that we feel desperately alone in this universe.

Now, personally, I can't particularly relate to either school of thought. I'm not in love, nor have I ever been. I'm just a kid. A kid who loves to flirt and talk and read and write and play and more importantly; flirt, talk, read, write and play with you. A kid who loves you with her whole heart.

So for anyone reading this. For anyone feeling that sting of loneliness that this time of year tends to bring. For anyone not feeling that sting. For anyone I've ever known. For anyone whose helped shape who I am. For everyone I've ever met. I love you.

I love you.

Because I don't say it enough. Because it's true. Because I'll never be nice enough to admit it again. Because I'm a spoiled brat who doesn't deserve any of you. Because you need to hear it. Because I need to say it. Just Because.

I love you, and I mean that.

Now if you all will excuse me. I'm going to crawl back into my hide-y hole with a bunch of tissues till I can face you all again.

Love,

Lauren