I'm not one of those angry people haters that despises Valentine's Day because I've been burned by love, or because I'm alone, or because I disapprove of the economic Hallmark gimmick. Don't get me wrong.  I am an angry people hater, I've been burned by love & I have been alone. I even think Valentine's Day is a gimmick.  However, who can really blame Hallmark (or Santa) for stimulating the economy. 

I just don't believe that that box of candy means you love me. It may very well mean that I am one of 10 in 7 Billion that rate a greeting card from you.  That's pretty fucking special. Sincerely.... Thank you for letting me in your club.  But does being in your club mean you love me? That isn't necessarily the case. 

Keep your candy....ok, I'll take it and eat it...even enjoy eating it and think of you when I savor the chocolaty goodness...but I don't suddenly believe that you love me when you give me candy and some flowers.  

I know you love me.  I knew it when:

• you already knew I was gay and still treated me like your sister and when I told you I was kinky you still treated me like your friend.
• when you brought me chicken soup and laid in bed with when I was sick.
• when you watched Bridezilla and helped make wedding invitations into the night.
• when you opened your door when I showed up crying.
• when you helped me move...again.
• when you came to my collaring party...on time.
• when you didn't give up on me, even when I did.
• when you told me that you missed me and I could hear it your voice. 
  
• when you stood by my side even when I was wrong.
• when you called me on my bull shit, but didn't make me feel judged.

I know you love me.  It's all I need.  I love you too.  I hope you know it. Happy Valentine's Day.