Not that I ever really celebrated with them. Valentine's day has typically been just another day to me. I've always operated under the idea that one should show love everyday, not just on one day.
Today I only think of the sweet things they've done for me. The man that spent my birthday weekend with me, making sure it was nice-- unlike the three or four birthdays before. The man that always remembered I love gummi bears and chocolate when I'm on my period. The one that taught me how to do simple car and home repairs so I could be more self reliant. And the one that I thought I would marry. Although we had more bad times than I care to remember, there were also blissful times, beautiful times that I felt truly connected to another human. There are more than I can list, and those are how I think of him. I am thankful for the men that cared for me, even if it was just in passing.
I'm at a point now that my concept of romantic love has changed. I wouldn't have this if it were not for those lessons from lovers.
It's much more than "just holding hands" (although that is my favorite part).
It's more than lust and looks. More than having the same friends and going to the same places.
It's a mutual respect, related interests and differences, similar morals, and shared goals and dreams.
I'm looking forward to exploring these things with someone. Exploring myself and pushing boundaries along side a man who is walking a similar path.
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