Damn you, you tiny, little, toga-dressed, angelic, baby-faced, pudgy, narcissistic, overbearing, emotion-stirring demi-god. You did it again. You missed me.
I’ve put myself out there and tried my best to figure out the rules of the game. What else do I have to do? Paint a target on my ass? Steal one of your arrows and jab it into me myself?
Here’s the deal, you conniving little cherub. I’m spending Valentine’s alone. Again. What’s the deal? Did I wrinkle your toga some time in my life? Has a past me miffed you?
All I’m saying is that I’ve been really lonely for a really long time. I just want to find someone to spend time with over this holiday, and the same person on the holiday after, and the one after, and so on and so forth. Do you really blame me for wishing I had someone to call mine?
I thought you’d thrown me a bone, but I learned my lesson. That wasn’t anything more than something to launch me into a different set of mind. Let’s just say you shot him with lead and me with fool’s gold. Please no more of that, you almost destroyed me there buddy. I want someone real.
Someone who will tell me about his problems, and let me hold onto him. I want to meet his parents and learn his story inside and out. I want to fall in real love- not just the illusion of attraction or something purely physical.
That hole in my heart should be filled to the brim with companionship. He should be the one who I can call at two in the morning, and vice-versa. I want to be there for him when he’s feeling down and I want to pull him back up again.
I’ve spent a long time waiting, praying that someone would be there for me. You haven’t exactly been helpful… a long time ago, I knew how to navigate the waters of possible relationships by way of flirtation, and then you went and changed up the rules.
Maybe you’ve already shot someone else on my behalf and I just can’t tell. Lend me a hand, maybe try a billboard, or get him to come at me with a straight statement like “hey, I think you’re beautiful, and I want to get to know you. We should hang out. How about lunch?”
I’m running myself into the ground with the rest of my life. I just want someone to understand me on the level where I only have to say a few things and he can reply with the exact words to make me feel better.
You might tell me that I need friends, but here’s the catch. I’ve got friends, amazing ones, better than the ones than I’ve had in such a very long time. But as fantastic and supporting as they are, and the leaps and bounds my family has made… there’s something missing.
I’m looking for someone with a heart like mine, a heart that mine can connect to so we can make each other stronger.
I know you’ve loved before, Psyche was that person for you. Your one-and-only. The love of your life. Before her, didn’t you feel a little empty? Like there was a piece of you that was wandering around out there?
I’m looking for my soul, but this Valentine’s day is going to be rough on me. Worse than usual. I’d really hoped to have someone to understand me, someone to treat me the way my heart begs to be treated.
I don’t care about the holiday itself much, I care about what it represents. I’m looking for something immaterial and lasting. If you would at least please give me a second look. A second chance. A second shot.
Just make sure you don’t miss this time.
