When my calendar eats itself approaching the 14th of February, I get in a state of mental hibernation. And through all that hallucinations and unidentified accusations, I hear one question: Is it me or them? That was from 14-2-2008 and earlier. Not any more. I finally found my answer! Thanks to my shy knight in his plastic armor, I came to realize that I am a great lover, an exceptional one, who should be praised and kissed upon the cheek every two and a half minutes!
In all my articles, I've shown numerous sides of myself; the struck-in-love one, the raging love-denying one, the strong-willed relation-breaker, and the sexual notorious satin. This time, I'll introduce you to an additional side of me. A side that's always been covered with a black velvet sheet, fearing, if revealed it, it would categorize me as frail.
My father hunted love down, just as keen as he hunted warm-blooded beasts for mother to cook. He took from the cold lonely isolated cave, a sanctuary of love & passion to make the best environment to bring me to life.
If it hasn't been for the man's neanderthal love; either for the body, which we are sure about, or soul , which still remains as a mystery, we wouldn't have seen the rays of this beauteous sun.
This shaman emotion called love, was and still is and forever will be an enormous mystery; you can hold it anchored to your heart and if you didn't have that special person to receive that love, you get it all piled up, waiting for the right one and the right moment to break it free.
Just as out great father did, we do. He may have showed love or not. And that's the obscurity. You don't know who loves you until they veritably express so. However, from personal experience, I bumped into "The One", or so I thought. And I deluded myself that I was immensely loved. During that, I convinced my-pathetic-self that the “few” received messages and the great sex was LOVE. Little did I know, I've been fooled and lost track of my way back to sanity and good judgment.
I've been stupid enough to think that I needed that kind of love to make me feel complete, and from who? A normal guy with great teeth and an amazingly puffed butt; (note-assumingly an anonymous trade of great qualifications) I overlooked of all kinds of love I had in my life.
I forgot the sparkle in my mother's eyes whenever she looked at me. Nevertheless, my dad's pride whenever he talked about me. My young niece's superbia when I dropped her to school. My friend's warm heartedness when they hold me tight each and every time they see me. The unfeigned love I get from an angel dressed in a black suit with a white collar thousands of miles away. My God's unremitting blessings that always assures me he loves me, no matter what I do when the lights go off and erotic music starts playing. I was loved, but I just couldn't see it… I unnoted, that I was loved genuinely and unconditionally. They didn't want anything in return; they didn’t care about my body and how sexy the hair on it made me look! They never loved me just because my goofy smile made me look cute while having an orgasm! It hasn't occurred to them to love me just because I LOVED THEM!!! They just did, do, and hopefully will keep flooding me with essences of life...
Those people have found that orphic stone my Great Dad has left in his fissure. They knew how to use it, they never needed a manual to do so; he didn't have one in the first place. He just used his love instinct. And that's what we all need to do. Let's give love the chance to take on the wheel, and before we know it, we become people of kindness, joy, and immortal tranquility.
So, for all the people out there with their loved ones next to them, holing their hands, and caressing their forehead, I applaud you, and wish the best of luck to you on this day. However, for the ones who don't have this luxury, I urge you to take an inspecting look on your life, I'm sure there is at least one person who loves you profoundly and is ready to risk it all for you. Hold tight to them, and let them know they're loved back. Happy Valentine's Day!