There’s just something about Hemingway’s simplicity in this Valentine poem…it seems the knot of passion and madness can be tied so tightly.
I like Valentine’s Day.
Sure, my romantic breakfast in bed this Valentine’s Day may have consisted of me reaching over and grabbing a handful of chocolates from my night table. And that is fine with me.
And maybe the one who makes my heart smile as of late is across the ocean embracing his own creativity and talents…something I respect, appreciate, and relate to more than I could ever explain. And that is fine with me.
While it’s fun to shower someone with gifts on a day like today, I’ve always felt love and relationships and even Valentine’s Day, are simply about the moments you experience with someone…capturing one another in your private little frame that only the two of you share.
That is the beauty of it. That is what matters most…to me anyway.