一眨眼

valentine's day has always been a hype - commercially and even in back in school. i sure miss those pre-vday mad rushes churning out gifts and sweet notes to exchange. everything seemed so meaningful even platonically - a time to appreciate one another, share the love and make it grow. as it shifts to revolve around romance, i find myself wondering why i should let myself be dictated by a date? should i not show love to the people i care about on any day in every way? i don't need a special day to be happy, this year i made it a point to ensure 14 Feb was no different from any other date and i'd say i'm just as happy as any other day (maybe happier because i slipped through the clutches of this commercialised date). 

a relationship is like being presented with a mystery gift - a jumbo box containing myriad of surprises. when you have the courage to open it, you may be pleasantly surprised with what's lying on top and then you realise there's more, each item a new surprise. you don't what lies ahead down below, but you're just pretty sure it'll get better. no gift is entirely perfect gift, but even when you encounter something you don't like, you wouldn't have the heart to hate the whole present just because there're a couple of items which aren't you. ultimately, you're still grateful for this huge mystery gift box of surprise and treasure it for all the gems within that you slowly uncover.

so we've traipsed through puddles, skipped in sunshine, wavered with the gales. but through it all, the good and bad, we've just held on tighter - to hang on through the tough times and in good times, to make sure neither one misses the good stuff. and for all it's worth, i'm absolutely grateful and utterly blessed.

you don't need one day to dictate what special means

cos any day and every day can be a valentine's.