be mine

Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. 

I haven't had such a great track record with that holiday for the past few years, so tomorrow I'm doing something different.

Tomorrow I'm going to spend the day being totally in love with myself.

I'm going to get turned on by my own body, with it's extra pounds and it's peculiar astronomy of moles and freckles.

I'm going to laugh at my own weird observations and absurd comments that most people never get.

I'm going to unapologetically think about existential, profound, mystical things that have no practical value in the real world.

I'm going to buy myself a present.  I'm going to give myself chocolate.

I'm going to wear something sexy, and if things go well, I may even get some from myself.

I won't be cynical and bitter (much) over all those folks with paramours, because tomorrow I will be all the romance I need.  I'll be astonished, enraptured, mesmerized, stricken, hopelessly devoted...  I will see all that is lovable and beautiful and kind in myself, and I will forgive (or find endearing) every flaw.

And maybe I'll discover, that by giving myself a little love, I can give love a little more easily to those significant others who wander into my life every day.

Passion, beauty, and love, folks--24 hours at a time...