And Again I Say Valentine's is Overrated

When was the last time I wrote about love?

I cannot remember simply because I have not thought about it in a very long time. I think about Piolo and crushes but that hardly constitutes the gut-wrenching, more-than-butterfly-feeling, hard core, I-give-my-undying-devotion-to-you kind of love. The kind that cannot be described, that which not even Shakespeare can thoroughly write about.

Why do we have to single out one day, one measly 24-hour in a 365-day calendar? And for that matter, why do mortals bank on the mush and gush representation of love?

I believe every individual is entitled on how to feel and how to express love as they know it. Forgive me for wishing that we come from a single perspective in all these things. But what do I know, I have yet to fully uncover the treasures and secrets of the great four-letter word.

Pfft. Who gives a cow anyway? V-day was yesterday and I spent it with strangers loading off on free food. I still say that if we give so much effort to meet a lover's expectations on the 14th of February, we ought to think of it and accomplish it all year round.

Happy birthday Brandon Boyd! Maybe you can tell me what love is.