She hasn't always been sure of love and the sentiments of Valentines.
It seemed to her it was a made up holiday; one where you forced love upon unloving things.
Hearts were repelling, as was the color pink.
Romantic seemed to be a game in play acting.
Until
She loved herself.
Now she sees what all the fuss was about.
How it is to celebrate the heart and how it can break and still feel love.
It seems the greatest part of her lives - from her heart.
Perhaps being comfortable in her own love of self - allowed her to feel the solidness of love.
Whereas before - prior to self love - it was all just a exercise in imagination.
