Sunday, February 14, 2010

On the topic of love and romance...

I don't really believe in Valentine's Day in the traditional sense. When you love somebody, you don't need a holiday to find a reason to kiss their kneecaps and write them love letters on scraps of paper. However, I do love love, and if today's the day to talk about love and romance, then so be it--I will:

* I stumbled upon a subtly romantic Missed Connections post from a while back, and this one was quite touching. It's been over 40 years, and she still hasn't forgotten him. I hope he wrote her back, that Poet/Geologist/Old Man.

* "My name is Mel Brooks and I'm going to marry you."

* Urban Outfitters' Modern Lovers contestants are nothing short of adorable.

* Because I am a giant nerd, I will be spending part of my Valentine's Day watching The Young Victoria. True romance:

* "Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering."

In closing, if you love someone, you should hold their chin in your palms, look them straight in the eyes and kiss them. You should always write them letters. Letters that tell them how they make you feel when you look at them or hear their voice. Letters that they will fold up and carry with them. You should cook them their favorite kind of pancakes. You should let them win some fights. You should let them win at Scrabble. But not because it's Valentine's Day--just do it because it's a day that you love someone and they love you back.

And that, friends, is always worth celebrating.


sLogan: said...

This post reminded me of one of my favorite poets, Ted Kooser. For several years, he would send handmade Valentines to women across the country with poems he had written. He later published a chapbook with all the poems and called it simply "Valentines." He's absolutely adorable little man.

Sabrina said...

Did you see The Writer's Almanac on Valentine's Day? This was the first poem:

"Tracks" by Ted Kooser

Using a cobbler's shoe last
I found one summer at a yard sale,
and the heavy leather uppers
from cast-off boots, a jigsaw,
some wood, an awl and thread,
and a few evenings sitting alone
thinking of you, I have fashioned
a pair of red valentine shoes
with heart-shaped wooden heels.
Look for my tracks on your doorstep
where I stood with sore feet
through the evening, too timid do knock.

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