"Happy Valentine's Day" for those who live in the happy circumstance of being with someone who loves you. Be it either in the pink dream of a new relationship, in the routine of everyday life, or with the wisdom of love that have grown in depth.
And: "A lot of strength" for those who long for an arm around them, someone who looks at them with loving eyes, and someone to share a smile with.
I've had those months of thinking that there would be livelong valentine days, but I soon learned that any flower on my table would have been strategically called for. Starting weeks before a birthday or valentine's day, repeating, and with the date just one day ahead, pointing out the shop.
How convenient I got allergic to pollen! LOL!
In my country, Valentine's Day is for new love, and sometimes for secret love.
So the last really celebrated one is far in the past.
But each year my mind wanders to those people who have been loving in the past, wondering who I would want near.
Sure, it's the person who gave me last week a friendship bear on a red heart-cushion. 5 cm high.
It's a great person to talk with, to laugh with, drink cinnamon tea and listen to music.
He's fun, and completely himself. Making me feel shy at times.
We're friends and I can't imagine us to be steady lovers.
He's got a wonderful relationship with a woman he'd never ever leaves.
Well, I don't want to break up relationships anyway.
But these days I got a pair of eyes in my head.
They looked kind of helpless when he stepped in the car, leaving for america.
We studied together. Shared books, and had the same way of underlining important matters.
We loved to cook on the landing of his little attick, and we've spent many hours listening to music.
He could play the 12-string guitar, and I could listen forever. Sitting against the bed, dreaming...
How little did I know of love, real love.
I expected fireworks, butterflies all over and violins in the background.
In my struggle to get to know myself, I was myself when I was with him.
In in his struggle to find himself, he found an american woman, and left.
Once he came back. After 9 years, and it's already many years ago.
We went to get the boys from school, and people who didn't know me, thought we were a pair.
I was happy...
Oh, how little did I know from life...
He divorced in America. Lived in Portland.
If he would come today, I would go with him......
So no half naked cupid trying to escape from the police, and sending arrows into hearts.
Just simple melancholy ... two eyes ... a friendship long gone by ...
Bye Hans, I miss you
