This holiday makes me feel more like a spinster

I feel that, if you love someone, you don't need one day to tell them. You have the rest of your life to tell them. You have every day to tell them. Valentine's Day is either a cop out for guys that neglect to do so, a get out of jail free card so to speak, and that's rather upsetting. At least in my case in the past. I don't know, it could change. I would like to think that people still celebrate the holiday for the history, and not for Hallmark value, but hey. Love is what I tend to live for, and I can shout that from the rooftops any damn day. I don't need just one day.

If you love someone, tell them.
"No matter how angry or sad or confusing life can get, never ever second-guess what your heart is screaming at you."

A friend of mine sent me this in an email, and I thought it was rather cute and hit close to home...


If I had the way, I'd be there. You should know that by now.

And now, I share with you the passage my sister had me read.
Let me just say, Corinthians speaks a lot of truth.
This comes from Corinthians 12:28-13:7 from the new testament of contemporary language.

If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don't love, I've gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I believe and what I do, I'm bankrupt without love.

Love never gives up.
Love cares more for others than for self.
Love doesn't want what it doesn't have.
Love doesn't strut,
Doesn't have a swelled head,
Doesn't force itself on others,
Isn't always "me first,"
Doesn't fly off the handle,
Doesn't keep the score of the sins of others.
Doesn't revel when others grovel,
Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth,
Puts up with anything
Trusts God always,
Always looks for the best,
Never looks back,
But keeps going to the end.
Love never dies.
Inspired speech will be over some day; praying in tongues will end; understanding will reach its limit. We know only a portion of the truth, and what we say about God is always incomplete. But when the Complete arrives, our incompletes will be canceled.
When i was an infant at my mother's breast, I gurgled and cooed like any infant. When I grew up, I left those infant ways for good.
We don't yet see things clearly. We're squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won't be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright! We'll see it all then, see it all as clearly as God sees us, knowing him directly just as he knows us!
But for right now, until that completeness, we have three things to do to lead us toward that consummation: Trust steadily in God, hope unswervingly, love extravagantly. And the best of the three is love.

Isn't that neat? I thought it was one of the most inspiring things I ever read. Granted I'm not a part of any church or religion, but I never said that I never had faith in anything.