this is an example of the type of love letter I would periodically write to my wife, typically once every week or two. It’s a simple little meaningless letter that has no purpose outside of making her feel special and loved but, honestly, is there any letter with greater meaning than this?
Tomorrow’s post will be something about Valentine’s Day and love and all of that…stuff, I guess, and I hope you’ll forgive me for this one. Valentine’s Day is just tough on single people, like the display toilets in a home improvement store is to a man with diarrhea.
the fact is that we all know the repercussions of forgetting. That doghouse feels like it shrinks by the year, doesn’t it?
I guess people who know me well might be expecting me to write about being lonely and respectful of people who are alone today, but those who know me even better than that realize that I’m also a hopeless romantic.
All too often, I’ve heard sentences that begin with something along the lines of “you’re only alone because…”
proof positive that in the hands of amateurs, my jokes are dangerous.
When I come home, it's to an empty house, a lonely room, a dark space that is cold on the hottest days.
If you find that special someone, hold on tightly. Take the time to show them (which includes but is not limited to telling them) just how lucky you feel to have them in your life. If you don't, well...you don't want to end up like me, old and blogging about past failures on the eve of Valentine's Day.
that there are many of us who are without a significant other. Valentine's day has been a humiliating annual reminder to me that, again, I do not have that special someone with whom to spend the holiday.