Had a conversation with someone yesterday. Which ended in an argument. Before the argument, we had been discussing Valentine’s Day. I had told him that when I was single, I really didn’t pay Valentine’s Day any mind. I suppose it bothers some more than others. Valentine’s Day only bothers me when I can’t be with the one I truly love. You see, at my age, I don’t want Valentine’s for the sake of having someone. I much rather be with someone who I truly care and love with all my heart.
When you can’t be with the one you truly love…that is more painful than anything.
I created this piece with someone in mind.
To cheer myself up, I decided to post Valentine themed artwork everyday until Feb. 14th. Let’s see where this goes.
The Neil Young song (although I prefer the Saint Etienne version) rings true. Only love can break your heart.
Valentine Day art, completed Feb 1st, 2015. Created by Michele Witchipoo.
I am not currently married, but have done it before and would try it again. I am too old to have any chance of a 50th wedding anniversary which actually sucks as I did marry early enough to be on track towards achieving that.
Until I was about 44 or 45 years old Valentine’s Day was usually a big deal. When I do not have a romantic partner I tend to go in two ways. In elementary school we were allowed to give the whole class valentines. In fact, it was encouraged and no one was accused of being a slut or a Casanova. What happens to me, is that I usually will get my mother and my son or both of them a present, and if I have a romantic partner I hope that person (or those people in special years) will get me something and I try to give a card or a flower. Now and then there have been years of more romantic partners. Aside from all that normal not sexual, emotional love attachment,….as a grown woman I hoped for at least a good kiss. The first Valentines Days without even a smooch have been tough, especially since I still want stuff like that and am only middle aged not yet elderly. I think when I am really old I may go back to just wanting my hand held and will have switched out my mother for maybe grand children or my son’s spouse and child.
Anyway, that’s just me.