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In Love Alone

How can you imagine someone being alone on Valentine's Day? Well, maybe that is also a question of so many others out there. Or maybe not. Just maybe it is only me who is alone during the day when I am supposed to be spending it with someone, be it special or otherwise.


This is not the first time that it happens to me. But it seems the experience though it keeps on recurring for some reasons I am uncertain of is quite different each time. Probably, I already learn to deal with it.


As I go through each Valentine, I still imagine myself going out on a date, with a romantic candle light dinner and walking down the beach as the sun sets while holding each other's hands. Then we will find a nice spot and stay close beside each other as the waves kiss the shores.


Until this time, it remains to be a dream. Elusive, and it always is as it is.


Every heart longs for something it deserves. Yet no matter how much we deserve them, we seem to be neglected, ignored, taken for granted.


In love, I am. Love will always be a part of me. It is a catalyst which moves my life and defines the person that I am.

Alone, I am. And that is frightening. Sometimes I ask myself so many whys. Though, I keep trying, I always failed to get even an answer.


Why can the heart be so lonely? Why can't there be love?


What life is it without love?


But there's you. I do not understand. Whatever we have between us is something I still have to fathom. Let me know.


Let me feel that I have you with me and that I am in you.


Let me believe that love still is a reason to call you and I us.
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