it sticks to you like vaseline. this icky feeling. or whatever you might call it. it's the month where cut-out hearts are plastered mercilessly on glass with bits of scotch tape on the sides like a warning sign to everyone. it's febuary. it's all red. all chocolatey. all flowery and sappy. it's the "love" month. and it makes me cringe.
it is hard to give love. it's not as simple as it is to give Php 500 worth of ferrero rocher neatly ribboned with a white card attached to it. not as scripted as it is to have an orchestra playing along the background as you eat your month's worth of allowance in one sitting with your date. not as easy as to utter "i love you" to someone and really mean it and don't. given that the world was gushing with all thou permeability of love, why are there still people like me poking verbally on the whole idea of valentine's day?
because sometimes it's just not love anymore. not the love we felt the first time we came to know it.
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