My attitude about Valentine's Day has always been pretty much, "Eh, whatever." The reasons behind my ambivalence are the usual: it's a made-up, overcommercialized holiday; if you really love someone, you don't need a special day to tell them; you can't force romance, etc.
But this year, Facebook (of all things) has gotten my emotional knickers in a twist about February 14. Many of my FB friends are jumping on one of those themed status bandwagons, posting an image of themselves with their partner and stating how long they have been together as their update. I have to admit that it tears me up inside to see my friends with their partners, smiling happily, inadvertently boasting and marveling about how long they've been together, celebrating their partnership and love.
I want to be a big enough person to just enjoy seeing the happy photos of my friends. But instead I'm jealous. Just plain jealous.
If John were alive, we would at this point have been together for nearly seven years, married for five. Instead we got almost exactly four years together. I'm grateful for those four years, but I mourn the ones we didn't have.
Valentine's day, you can suck it.