I came to write this post after making no memory of why I enjoy this happy day of love It all started with the tweet (twitter update for those unfamiliar):
@ karendaniela: stopped liking Valentine's gift from q love my 1st was 6 Wantana I went through the gate of my jato Cuz I was punished "
Expanding a little history. It was the summer of ninety-something and as usual I was locked in my house because I spent my summers living and punished for pulling or the courses that made disasters at home. But this is not summer was any, was special because for the first time I had fallen in love and was looking forward the date from which they all spoke well.
The memory is vague now, have spent many years and not much to remember, otherwise the memory would be much more vivid. The summary is that I received only part of a Chinese restaurant menu across the grille of the window of my house because I left out. It's everything that comes to my memory, if there are details and memorable tender my ungrateful heart is ignoring, I apologize to those involved but there is more to do, what he forgot he forgot.
@ karendaniela: stopped liking Valentine's gift from q love my 1st was 6 Wantana I went through the gate of my jato Cuz I was punished "
Expanding a little history. It was the summer of ninety-something and as usual I was locked in my house because I spent my summers living and punished for pulling or the courses that made disasters at home. But this is not summer was any, was special because for the first time I had fallen in love and was looking forward the date from which they all spoke well.
The memory is vague now, have spent many years and not much to remember, otherwise the memory would be much more vivid. The summary is that I received only part of a Chinese restaurant menu across the grille of the window of my house because I left out. It's everything that comes to my memory, if there are details and memorable tender my ungrateful heart is ignoring, I apologize to those involved but there is more to do, what he forgot he forgot.
After that first experience I spent several years alone, I tried out with my friends and celebrate Valentine's Day but nothing worked, the spirit of February 14 I just did not invade. Walking the streets waiting to see hearts floating everywhere but only received uncontrolled ascent in the face. Irritated me the sound of cellophane roses to the sun and I call desperate rain these flowers that adorned them. My annoyance grew year by year.
spent the time and date again had to celebrate together, "I give a new opportunity to fiesticita because," I said somewhat excited to see my partner at that time. I think I even got dressed for the occasion (which in my language is simply put on a jean less broken than usual) and waiting patiently to see what was on that day. Guess what? There was nothing. Around a teddy who had told ad nauseam that I do not like to receive as gifts on special occasions, because according to me are meaningless unless they are something very special and personal. There was no exit, no dinner, no fireworks. Yes there were long faces, there were 10 members of the political family sitting with us and the blessed stuffed senseless in the room watching TV, it was confirmation that Valentine's Day is not for me.
It was then that I gave up and said so far no more, Valentine is deleted from my calendar does not exist.
Because of that decision and the long periods of time I spend alone, I earned the label of bitter and love renegade thing that bothers me for the simple fact that I I do believe in love and I do believe in romance. As I do not think is on 14 February, cards and stuffed toys gusanito.com typewriter. Nor do I believe in the 1 / 4 grilled chicken that is impossible to eat in peace that day and less time waiting for a mid-summer unbearable Lima and profess love to cuddle.
permanent believe in love and get out to the quiet street, going to movies or just for the sake of receiving a gift from time to time because I like seeing smiles surprised your partner.
Nor do I boast of being the world's most romantic woman because the marshmallow harass me but I know how to express my love to the extent necessary (ok might be a little more expressive, but that's not the point now ).
This year, after several, I get to spend Valentine's Day and again accompanied by someone I love very much, but fortunately someone and I share the idea that 14 February is a good day to stay home.
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