I could speak of love, and the comforting embrace of another’s smile… I could speak of the fires of desire and how they can warm the coldest night, even if the bed is empty… I could speak of friendships, laughter, a heart grown too large to hold… But I will speak of none of these things.
Instead I will speak of unexpected kindness, a lucky penny where you least expect it, quiet moments with just the right soundtrack, a sunset in the rain, a call on your cell phone… All the little things that assure you that you are loved.
It is a day for that four letter word to go stampeding about your emotions like a bull in a china cabinet. So to all of you who have empty hands on this drizzly Monday, I hereby give you the gift of a single red rose, and a kiss on your tear stained cheek.
Be well, be loved… And be strong.