That day that lonely hearts look to validation and for hidden souls to come out to light and admit.
Its today and as the day passes it gains speed. There is a time approaching that settles on my anticipation and sets up a restless camp. It feels so well to know that he is waiting too. But what of this day that hearts look to? Does it signal something monumental? Those three words maybe? Or just the flash of a true soul. I sit and wait and wonder what the night will bring. Quiet tradition sits in my lap and pants for a Valentine to come, the one that I looked to as a girl. A saint that will cash in his ticket for the rest of my lonely heart days. They will be his. I will timidly take his ticket as if it were gold, as if it were real. Then it will be.