we are unusual and tragic and alive

I’m humming love songs under my breath and smiling at every hand-holding couple walking down the sidewalk and suddenly, it’s Valentine’s Day again and this is finally the year that I’m not bitter. This year, I’m thanking the heavens for my blue-eyed boy with his messy blonde hair and his crooked smile and the way he makes me feel like maybe I’m filled with helium, ready to float away at any given moment. Thanks to him, loneliness is a distant memory of teary eyes and foggy drives down open highways, remembered mostly during nights spent tossing and turning. I’ll be alone on Valentine’s Day this year, as he has a nine hour shift at work, but I’ll still be smiling all night long because he’s mine and that’s all I can ask for. I’ll keep smiling.