a letter to my valentine

dear valentine, 

what a run we've had. it feels like I've known you forever, yet each day it also feels like I'm meeting you for the first time all over again.

i know you don't always like yourself. when you look in the mirror: you see plainness. when you sing: you only hear the notes you didn't hit. when you think about the world: you remember the people who didn't love you, more frequently than the ones that did.

but I know you better than that. when I look at you: I see the way you are smiling in your eyes again. you have the most sincere laugh, and it's good to hear it. it's been too long. when I hear you sing: I hear the softness, the poetry. when I think about the world, I know it is a better place because of you. 

i know sometimes you are lonely. when you are sick or sad, I'm all you've got. but I'm doing my very best to take care of you. to tell you how much you matter, to buy you ice cream, or take you out. loveliness like you doesn't deserve to sit inside on a Friday night. even if no one else notices that, I do.

so who are you? who is it ill be spending this valentines with? who is it that I am living for?

myself. 

i moved to the city alone. it's just me and my dog and a city full of strangers who are slowly becoming something more. it's been quiet, and lonely. but I met myself in this city. I've learned to love the messy parts of me. I am my own best friend: 

so happy valentines day!

to me.  

and to all the lovely people with lovers;  and without.