Hey February, I thought I told you last year that I didn't want to see you anymore. It's always the same with you; you show up, uninvited, and try to sweep me off my feet with all that "Be My Valentine" talk, then you leave me feeling cold and disappointed. You know as well as I do that we never had any real chemistry. You're just not my type. Sure, you can be sweet for a few days, when the spotlight's on you, but then it's right back to your selfish ways, teasing me with small bursts of sunshine and then giving me the cold shoulder when I finally fall for your charm.
I prefer a month that's more sensitive to my needs, one with more stability, more charisma, more oomph. You claim to be all about love and romance, but you're nothing but talk. You have no staying power, no stamina. Beneath your shallow, candy-coated exterior, you're nothing more than a drab, roller-coaster of temperatures and emotions. You give me chills down my spine...but not the good kind. When you're with me, I can't be myself; I feel I have to hide beneath so many layers just to get through the day. And nights with you are cold and lifeless. I've felt your frigid hands on mine. You suffocate me and I feel trapped. If you knew me at all, you'd know that I'm looking for a month that loves me for who I really am, and that gives me the freedom to do all the things I dream about. I want to feel that spark of true love, igniting a fire inside (that doesn't actually involve a fireplace). After all these years, I can finally admit that we were never meant to be together.
So take your vase of wilted flowers and your store-bought sentiments and go play your mind-games on someone else. I deserve so much more than what you have to offer, and I know if I'm patient, I'll eventually find what I've been looking for.
I prefer a month that's more sensitive to my needs, one with more stability, more charisma, more oomph. You claim to be all about love and romance, but you're nothing but talk. You have no staying power, no stamina. Beneath your shallow, candy-coated exterior, you're nothing more than a drab, roller-coaster of temperatures and emotions. You give me chills down my spine...but not the good kind. When you're with me, I can't be myself; I feel I have to hide beneath so many layers just to get through the day. And nights with you are cold and lifeless. I've felt your frigid hands on mine. You suffocate me and I feel trapped. If you knew me at all, you'd know that I'm looking for a month that loves me for who I really am, and that gives me the freedom to do all the things I dream about. I want to feel that spark of true love, igniting a fire inside (that doesn't actually involve a fireplace). After all these years, I can finally admit that we were never meant to be together.
So take your vase of wilted flowers and your store-bought sentiments and go play your mind-games on someone else. I deserve so much more than what you have to offer, and I know if I'm patient, I'll eventually find what I've been looking for.
Day 35 {Wild} - Wild Child
Took her a few tries, but she finally remembered how to do it...Sort of. I really need to take the kids bowling more often. We went with friends today and had so much fun...even though the pins didn't always cooperate...it's rigged.
Day 34 {Retro} - Just an Illusion
Do you believe in magic?
Day 33 {Ephemeral} - Lost Track
"I looked away and you were gone. I should have known that it was time for you to move along." - Katie Herzig
Day 32 {Mix and Match} - Split Decision
Day 31 {Water} - I'll Pour
Day 30 {From Here to There} - Your Sled or Mine?
Day 29 {Shadow} - The Fox and The Hound
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