To all my followers and readers,
Happy Valentine’s Day! I have made homemade cards for all of my friends. However, there is not a way for me to easily give one to all of you. If I could, I would send each of you a huge pink heart with little red and purple spots. Sounds corny, I know, but it would represent my thanks to you.
This day has brought me much pain in the past. Today, my emotions are a bit conflicted. Yet, I want to focus on just one part of this day: love.
As a child, I wrote the words “I love you” on almost everything that I owned. Notebooks, diaries, furniture, books, and movie covers had these words etched onto them. My reason for this foolishness was to spread joy and love in the world. Once I died, people would find my belongings and know that I had loved them.
That has been an important belief that I hold strong to. Everyone, no matter how awful they are, deserves love. Even if I do not like someone, I love them.
What does love mean? There are many answers. However, when I say that I love everyone, I mean that I would die for any human. Even if they are cruel or unkind, I want to give them another chance at life. Perhaps they can change.
Maybe I am just a naive, sheltered child. However, this keeps me from fearing others. Instead of judging, I choose to love and look for the best in all who I meet.
So here is my valentine to you. It is not as pretty or concrete as I would have liked. My intentions with it, however, remain pure and joyful for you.