"I just want to feel real love
Feel the home that I live in
'Cause I got too much life
Running through my veins
Going to waste"
[Robbie Williams, "Feel"]

That I can recall, I've had one truly memorable Valentine's Day. I know there must be more. I've spent more than one in relationships. Yet there's only one that comes readily to mind as a truly special day. I should tell that story some day, perhaps. That was a wonderful day.

As does any person single at the time, I suppose, I despise Valentine's Day. I was having enough of a struggle of late, keeping my mood on the subject of romance and dating as positive as I could manage, without this additional pressure of a special day when all my coupled friends (which is most all of them) run off to spend the night with their significant others, and the lonely amongst us sit home to pine.

I know that with time, I will find someone. I know that if I'm lucky, I'll find that Special Someone^TM. But just now, on this one night, all I can think about is how much I'd like to spend the evening curled up on the couch (or in my bed) with someone in my arms, taking in a movie, cuddling, sipping wine, talking. So much so that to be honest I'm not even sure if I'd care who it was. Just someone to hold. Someone to care for. A "plus one", so as not to be alone.

Miracles need be made. I'll get back to it tomorrow.