I must say while I am a huge romantic at heart, there are times where I am in complete felicity enjoying my own company. As an adolescent I vacillated between pining and scoffing over others. Actually, this is indecisiveness lasted many decades. It was almost amusing, like a parlor game. Blasted Eros was a persistent annoyance; I am sure we all can attest to.
However, this time is not the case. Last year, I lost the ongoing struggle with that stupid cupid and he pierced my heart. Drats! I suppose the little winged creature is off to pester others. For those of us wounded by Cupid’s arrows and for those who continue to beat him away with sticks, Happy Valentine’s Day!