My first celebrated Valentine’s Day ever; and yet I was sitting on the couch on my own at home.
My first reciprocated love ever; and he is 3190 miles away.
My first relationship ever; and filled with months of being separated by the ocean yet with other months waking up next to each other and feeling each other’s hearts.
Midnight ‘I Love You’s.
An unstable distance; a stable romance.
We dive in ‘forever’s.
But it’s not always easy. It sometimes feel like the whole world is against us; while lovers meet on Valentine’s Day, we go on our separate lives, united only by the thought.
I don’t know which is worse: to be lonely on that day or to be unable to spend that day with that someone special.
In the end, let’s simply shrug: we, as true and loving to each other, celebrate Valentine’s Day any other day, every day.
An Evil Nymph.