I've spoken quite a bit about how much I love love. I like to say the word love, I like to tell people I love them, I'm a big fan of the whole concept. Yet I despise the day that purports to be the celebration of one of my favourite things. It's that v day thing today and I'm doing my very best to ignore it. Yes, I'm one of THOSE people. Of course there's a part of me that would love to have roses delivered to me but I would much prefer to receive them because my husband loves me and thought of it himself, not because a day (and a whole bunch of retailers) told him to. The way lovers are supposed to treat each other on v day is the way they should treat each other every day of every month of every year. Love your girlfriend? Give her flowers just because. Love your boyfriend? Cook him a romantic meal because you care. Love your wife? Give her jewellery just to let her know you love her. Love your husband? Give him a blow job because its Thursday and you love h...
this is how i see the world