blue moon- big star

i am a bit wistful about valentines day approaching. what?!! yeah, i know. out of character. what can i say? i'm an old softee.

i was having dinner with a friend tonight. i did my usual 'valentines day is for suckers, blah, blah, blah' rant. you've heard it before. i don't really believe it but it seems like something i should.
she countered with some interesting points. i'll paraphrase. sure, it's a commercial day, but the sentiment behind it can be beautiful. a day to celebrate love. a day to stop and think about the person who makes you come alive, who makes you laugh, and think, and cry, and feel.
we all have, or want, that person.
and what happens when we get them?
do we take them for granted? or do we worship the ground they walk on? are we in love with them, or are we in love with the way they make us feel about ourselves? do we love the idea of love more than we love that actual person? does it matter?
i don't know. i really don't know anymore.
if you love somebody you should tell them. not just on feb. 14th. every day. every morning. every time they walk in the door. let them know how the room shivers and glows and how the world fades away when you look into their eyes, when their lips split into a smile, when their hands lightly touch yours.
tell them.
because, otherwise, they might not know.