As a child, I have always loved the 14th of February. Every year when I was in kindergarten and grade school, I would receive chocolate flowers or chocolate hearts from a classmate. Her mom sells such chocolates every Valentine’s Day and I find it nice to have one or two or three for free for 7 consecutive years. It’s amazing how at such young age we have a conception of what’s with that special day and in school, we celebrate it with our best red dress.
During high school days, February is one of the months I anticipated because of the booths that we, the students take charge of. One of my favorites, of course, is the marriage booth. Though I never had the chance to get married on the Clituria tree, I have been happy to have witnessed the marriages of my friends. But the most important reason why I anticipated February is the prom – when the night is young and the stars above are witnesses of such a wonderful moment when white turns black and black turns red.
Last night, I was at the concert at UP. Midnight came and the 5-minute fireworks display started. I remembered the first and the last time we went to EK, the battle of the bands at San Jose, the 2009 New Year countdown and how I wished you were by my side as I behold the sound, smoke and motion of illuminating colors combined stunningly into a marvelous display. Not so long after, someone came to me and gave me a bouquet of flowers. For a moment, I hesitated to accept it but then realized it would be rude since his friends and my friends were there. And then again, I wished you were there.
I woke up today at 2pm, took a bath and went out for lunch. It put a smile on my face when I saw roses and balloons all over the place – the streets overwhelming with bouquets of freshly-picked flowers of different colors and kinds, and of couples unafraid to show love. Valentine’s Day is a good excuse for them to be sappy romantic, just as their hearts are hit by the arrows of cupid.
While I was eating, something hit me right there and then. I no longer receive chocolate hearts and chocolate flowers from a grade school boy. I no longer witness the marriage of my friends at the Clituria tree. Prom has been long gone and will never be repeated.
Things are not the same during Valentine’s Day. But that did not make me sad. In fact, it made me happy to realize the impossibility of returning back to the happiness of childhood conception of love because it made me move ahead to the possibility of happiness of finding true love. I have been more than lucky to stumble upon a miracle of finding such. There is no greater gift than to be loved in return...
Happy Valentine’s beb! Cheers! :)
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