I love Valentine's Day. Think about
it; an entire day dedicated to celebrating affection and the accuracy of
Cupid's arrows. Awesome, right? By the way, all you Debbie Downers out there
who want to cut me short with some cranky spiel about 'consumerism'; back off.
This is about candles, candy, and cuddles. And if you can't come to terms with
that, you have a little piece of coal for a heart.
I do have a confession to make,
though. Penning this post has been a pretty perturbing process and I
deliberately delayed dishing out details because I had no desire to dampen
anyone's day. Besides, as tempted as I was to talk about all the tingly
tenderness that is love, I was stymied by a small speed-bump.
No, no, I don't lack love in my
life and I'm not lonely. But I am a little lost.
Why? Well, let's start from the
beginning.
See, before I write a rant, I revel
in a little research. What does that entail? Frankly, nothing fancy. Typically,
I browse through Brainy Quote, wander through Wikipedia, and get down to some
Google-ing. I also engage inane activities, lolling around listening to music
and tinkering with tiny thoughts, trying to transform them into awe-inspiring
inspiration...or at least an inkling of it.
Warning: Reading up on romance may
result in feelings of incredible inadequacy.
I can't compete with impeccable
dialogues and daring declarations. I don't have the money to build a monument
for my man. Or the patience to wait for prince or peasant, alike.
So basically, all I drew from those
days of dawdling were a big blank and a bruised ego.
On the upside, I found an
unbelievable avenue for over-simplifying my adoration for mi amour. To sum up my love life, I require exactly two movie
soundtracks; Dirty Dancing and The Bodyguard (by the way, I mean the one with
Kevin Costner). Sure, both are cheesy, but they're also Grammy winners and in
my book, that's pretty credible crooning. Besides, with Whitney's voice and
Swayze's swagger - just give me a second to swoon.
Here’s how it goes. It all began
with Hungry Eyes. You know how it
goes; he looked at you, you looked at him…cue the fireworks. I then mustered the muscle to ask him
to Be My Baby. “Of course,” he said,
and so began the Time Of My Life. Now,
we’re happily hitched, and when I look at him I think, I Have Nothing Without You. And when he hugs and holds me close,
all I want to tell him is, I Will Always
Love You.
Told you, two soundtracks are all
it takes. Cool, right?
The truth is, talking about things
that tug at the heart is harder than I thought.
Maybe that’s because even after
several days of my internet invasion, I realized I know a grand total of two
things about love.
