When I was young Valentines Day was very important to me, which makes no sense because all it ever did was make me feel was less than, less desirable, less pretty, less everything.
Now the day doesn’t hold me in its grip. No panic. No fear. No prompt required to tell anyone I love them.
I am happy and secure. I am loved.
My person, their pretty blue eyes, and obnoxious mouth love me in a way that doesn’t have me craving a single day to prove it.
So if no one says what you need to hear tomorrow, I’ll say it now.
You are lovable.
You are loved.