Every time February 14th appears on the calendar, I go through a familiar cycle of emotions: first a slight indifference (“Who needs it?”), then envy of happy couples in cafes, and finally longing. Yes, loneliness is not always freedom and self-realization, sometimes it is just... loneliness.
But despite everything, I do not allow this loneliness to turn into despair. Because hope still burns in my heart.
The hope that there will be meetings ahead that will change my life. That among the thousands of people who also spend this day alone, there is someone who is looking for me. The hope that, perhaps, next year I will not write this text, because I will be immersed in romance with someone special.
Love does not come according to a schedule. It does not obey calendars and does not pay attention to expectations. And if this year I celebrate Valentine's Day again in the company of myself, this does not mean that next year everything will be the same.
So I'm not sad. I'm just waiting. Open to the new. Open to love.