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Tip-toe<strong>in</strong>g with my bare feet on <strong>the</strong> kitchen floor at 3o'clock <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> morn<strong>in</strong>g I was look<strong>in</strong>g for it. Somewhere,somehow it has slipped away and I was hop<strong>in</strong>g that <strong>the</strong>moonlight might help me f<strong>in</strong>d it. I made myself a cup <strong>of</strong>sizzl<strong>in</strong>g tea, put a teaspoon <strong>of</strong> honey and a slice <strong>of</strong> lime. Iturned <strong>the</strong> lights <strong>of</strong>f and sat on <strong>the</strong> s<strong>of</strong>a, wrapp<strong>in</strong>g myself<strong>in</strong> a s<strong>of</strong>t blanket. The nightly sky was starry and moony.From time to time I could see a mov<strong>in</strong>g shadow <strong>of</strong> abypass<strong>in</strong>g car on <strong>the</strong> walls and hear it muffled sound.Where would anyone be go<strong>in</strong>g at this time? I cuddledcosily, clutch<strong>in</strong>g my hot cup whiff<strong>in</strong>g romance. I thought <strong>of</strong>him not realis<strong>in</strong>g I was do<strong>in</strong>g it. I thought <strong>of</strong> feel<strong>in</strong>g hischeek with my nose, kiss<strong>in</strong>g it and whisper<strong>in</strong>g someth<strong>in</strong>gsweet <strong>in</strong> his ear…Valent<strong>in</strong>e’s dayTrouble sleep<strong>in</strong>gBy Sommer VVAnd <strong>the</strong>n as if suddenly awake I thought <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>upcom<strong>in</strong>g 14th <strong>of</strong> February and felt a knot tighten <strong>in</strong>my stomach. Why would anyone hate <strong>the</strong> day? Oh,I'll tell you why.Because it's revolt<strong>in</strong>g!All that sicken<strong>in</strong>g hands-hold<strong>in</strong>g and bill<strong>in</strong>g andcoo<strong>in</strong>g, what are you – 3 years old?Yes, you love each o<strong>the</strong>r - so keep it to yourself!Say – you suddenly have an <strong>in</strong>suppressible urge toThere were several sa<strong>in</strong>t Valent<strong>in</strong>es who are honoured on this day, though none <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>mhad anyth<strong>in</strong>g to do with sentimental love. One shrewd story tells that some 18 centuriesago a Roman emperor thought that s<strong>in</strong>gle men were better warriors and thus bannedmarriages. One priest, however, performed secret marriage ceremonies. For which hewas executed. His name was Valent<strong>in</strong>e. His last act was send<strong>in</strong>g a card say<strong>in</strong>g “from yourValent<strong>in</strong>e” to a girl, whom he healed. Or fell <strong>in</strong> love with. Or <strong>the</strong> one he helped to marrya beloved soldier. Or <strong>the</strong> one he didn't manage to help <strong>in</strong> that tricky affair. To someoneanyway. Or no, people left notes to him (for a very non-disclosed reason) and he prayedfor <strong>the</strong>m. That's so much for <strong>the</strong> evidence, facts and a beautiful legend.Now, and someone is still try<strong>in</strong>g tosay that <strong>the</strong> whole 14/02 is notcommercialised? Just a day beforeyou were walk<strong>in</strong>g down <strong>the</strong>streets <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> city, and today youf<strong>in</strong>d yourself <strong>in</strong>side someth<strong>in</strong>g redand heart-shaped. “Love” jumpsout at you on every corner. And<strong>the</strong> happy halves seem to f<strong>in</strong>d it<strong>the</strong>ir royal duty to patroleverywhere throw<strong>in</strong>g pitiful looksat you <strong>in</strong> case you are not hold<strong>in</strong>gsomebody's hand.Could it be I'm suffer<strong>in</strong>gBecause I'll never give <strong>in</strong>?Won't say that I'm fall<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> love.Tell me I don't seem myselfCouldn't I blame someth<strong>in</strong>g else?Corr<strong>in</strong>e Bailey RaeNow, please tell me, for Idon't get it – why. Oh, why doyou, all <strong>the</strong> lovebirds <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>world, would want to make aholiday out <strong>of</strong> it all? Why does<strong>the</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> world have tocelebrate and fake love? For itseems, that unless you are apart <strong>of</strong> a sweet couple - you'rean outcast on this celebration<strong>of</strong> love.Does anyone know <strong>the</strong> story<strong>of</strong> Sa<strong>in</strong>t Valent<strong>in</strong>e's Day? No,<strong>the</strong>y do not.I sip a bit <strong>of</strong> my tea. It became quite cold already. Should I send a Valent<strong>in</strong>e card to him? And what ifhe's dream<strong>in</strong>g not <strong>of</strong> me? I poured out <strong>the</strong> rema<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g tea and silently tip-toed back to my room.Perhaps, I should have some sleep. My heart was nowhere to be seen, but now I knew who had it.For those who anticipate <strong>the</strong> day –Don't forget to enjoy it.For those who regard it as a special day –May your dreams come true.For those who do not care –An octopus has 3 hearts. It's a fact.For those who hate it –To hell with those idiots and bastards!For those who are <strong>in</strong> love –Don't forget to say “I love you”.For those who are still dream<strong>in</strong>g –Just ask if your special someone wants to beyour Valent<strong>in</strong>e.And for <strong>the</strong> <strong>in</strong>curable romantics, like myself –Let <strong>the</strong> heart burn, coz' it's alive.2008FebruaryINSIDER|5
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