So…I
don’t have a date this Valentine’s Day (or anything resembling a date). I know surprising
(not really). So being alone on Valentine’s Day means one of two things: I can
mope around, watch romantic comedies, drink alone, feel sorry about myself, and
eat an entire pan of brownies or I can make this day about what it is supposed
to be: love. Just because I don’t have someone special in my life doesn’t mean
that I don’t have things or people that I love. I love writing and reading and
drinking tea. I love finding and trying new and healthy recipes. I love my old
friends who tried their best to hold on to a person that had changed and didn’t
quite fit anymore and love my new friends who took me in even though I was
obviously broken. I love my parents who have spent their money and their lives
trying to make my life as perfect as possible. I love my brother who I don’t
always get along with but always had my best interests at heart. I love the
person I am becoming, someone kind and smart and beautiful. I love the beauty
of calculus and physics and all the science of everyday things. I love life at this time more than I have ever
loved it before and I think that’s the key to loving someone else.
