I’ve been sat on the bathroom floor for the last half an hour, did you not see me? Of course you didn’t because you’re not here. I was ill, my stomach purging itself of what little I’ve eaten today whilst my head pounded and my eyes streamed.
I had a bath, which you know I love, but it’s not the same without you here to scrub my back and rinse my hair. To chat freely about the events of the day with me.
I miss you, so very much today. You’d know how to make me feel better, but you don’t want me anymore. I want to sleep, I want to go to sleep but my head won’t stop thinking of you.
I love you.
(Source: lonelyangel75.com)
Tomorrow is Valentine’s day and I’m so glad that I can sit this one out this year. Valentine’s is always a sickly sweet affair, feeling like you must spend a lot of money on your partner on one particular day otherwise you don’t love them as much as they thought.
I’ve been doing some research today and men seem to be the ones with the most pressure to get it right. What kind of card to purchase…romantic or other, which chocolate/flowers/teddy to buy shows the amount of love x the cash spent.
When did love become about the amount of gifts purchased? Is it not better to spend quality time with your partner throughout the year rather than pay over the odds for a tiny table in a restaurant and a preplanned menu of things that are made to sound romantic?
The most romantic thing ever done for me was being welcomed home, a hot bath ran whilst he cooked dinner then a relaxing evening in front of a film and an early night. That will stay in my mind for a very long time, the effort put in for my comfort and relaxation meant more to me than a bunch of overpriced flowers that will only die in a couple of days anyway.
So while you’re enjoying your new teddy, chocolates and card filled with some commercial crap and thinking of how much he/she spent on you, I will eating my own chocolate and watching my own film happy in the fact that I know how to make myself feel loved.
(Source: lonelyangel75.com)
