God’s run several thoroughbreds into my stables, but I knew they weren’t mine to keep, so I cherished my time with them and awaited the day they would seek greener pastures. For a guy like me, each changing of the season was a miracle, losing them before age, routine and bitterness forever distorted their perfect memory and my youthful perspective on romance. They say to win at love is best, but to have loved and failed is second best. I tend to agree. Love is simply nostalgia, a collection of warm memories. I smile to reflect on a box full of rubies, yet I own not one.
If you’re spending tomorrow alone or with friends, cherish your last Valentine, and know that more will come. It’s still a day to celebrate love – past, present and future:)