I used to have anti-valentines day parties years ago. All my single friends would come over. The requirements were to wear all black and if you HAD to bring a date then you were not allowed to touch each other. I made cut out hearts with cracks through them. I played "love stinks" on the CD player. Blew up black balloons....you get the idea. It was just an excuse to get some lonely single people together on a night that can be depressing. Its so in-your-face, the expectations of having to share this night with someone you love.
I had found my true love back in 1999, and lost him that same year. He was an amazing guy and I miss him still, very much.
This poem is dedicated to him, Stuart Cook.
Happy V-day everyone!
Love one another!
Sonnet LXXXI By: Pablo Neruda
And now you're mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.
Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.
The night turns on its invisible wheels,
and you are pure beside me as a sleeping amber.
No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go,
we will go together, over the waters of time.
No one else will travel through the shadows with me,
only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon.
Your hands have already opened their delicate fists
and let their soft drifting signs drop away;
your eyes closed like two gray wings, and I move
after, following the folding water you carry, that carries
me away. The night, the world, the wind spin out their destiny.
Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all.