Valentines

We are at the age where our memory begins to turn selective, We chose what we want to remember and we tend to forget the rest. Yet We have forgotten how to love, We have stuffed so many cotton candy words into our mouths that we have chocked on our lungs. We choke on the pretty packaging and on the sad eyes of someone who doesn’t have a crush. We loose ourselves to how many insta-likes we’ve got, yet we forgot about our mothers in the kitchen polishing our kindergarten pictures, wondering where we’d gone. We have gotten lost, in a society that paints love only in the shade of cheep romance movies. We see everything we haven’t got. We have forgotten how to love, and I say this because I know that some girls spend hours in front of the mirror not feeling pretty enough. You do need anyone else’s satisfaction in order to feel worthy enough of the love you give yourself. We get lost in the noise that we forgot about ourselves. We forget about our families and our friends. We forget that there is more than one type of love. Love, doesn’t just mean chocolates, or how many flowers you’ve been given by someone else, or how many cards people write for you. You must fall in love with entitreity that is yourself first. I mean let’s laugh out loud. Let’s open the windows and beckon for clouds. We get to decide our definition of love. I hope you pick wild flowers off the side of the road, that you fall in love with how your friends eyes light up when they talk about something they love, Go hug your mother or your father tell them you love them, or maybe just bake a cake, G et some colorful icing and share your love with all those that care for you too.