“Will you be my valentine?” I’m sure that we have heard that phrase at least a thousand times over the course of our lives. It’s meant to be romantic, with the violins playing in the background and love fills the air. The person that you wanted for so long, has finally recognized you or you have the chance to show that special someone how much you really care.

I wanted to ask you a question, how do you feel when you said those simple words, “will you be my valentine”?

Did your heart start pounding? Did your eyes get a little glossy? Did your hands start sweating, as you fidgeted waiting for that dreaded answer?

I remember the wonder that I used to have on Valentine’s Day, the wonder in that phrase “will you be my valentine?”.

I think the wonder that I used to have was the innocence of it like you are truly offering a bit of your heart to someone. That you’re stepping out of your comfort zone to ask someone to be your valentine.

I remember as a child being excited to get those little valentine’s cards that the class you all give to each other. The wonder of it, “Valentine’s Day”. It seems that as time has gone on, as I have grown, Valentine’s Day is now something that we dread rather than looking forward to. That wonder has seemed to dispel as if it is almost gone. I think because the phrase “will you be my valentine?”, has lost its meaning and turned into an object. The confections of Valentine’s Day, alike to as I have said in past articles, has seemed to have to take over. The wonder of asking someone “will you be my valentine?”, is the imperfection of it. It’s the wonder of your heart pounding and your palms getting sweating. It’s the wonder of having butterflies in your stomach. It’s in the innocence of sharing a piece of your heart with someone. The phrase “will you be my valentine”, really seems to say “you are always on my mind”.

So, I don’t know about you, but I’m looking forward to Valentine’s Day and the wonder of it all.