February

You are such a short month...yet you make me hurt so so much ...

Red hearts, stuffed animals, flowers, chocolates all over the place...yet none will be intended for this poor unloveable soul...that even though she loves so much...she wasn't meant to be loved.

Too many I love you's will be said, some will be sincere, some will be spur of the moment...but none will be said to her soul...

February....you remind her of all this love she has...and nobody to give it to...or that nobody wants, you remind her of what it used to feel to be loved...how she misses that...or the ilusion of what that is...

February...such a short month and you give so much sorrow to this god foresaken soul....

She asks herself day in and day out....when she will find someone that wants her love....she has so much...so so so much....and nobody wants it..."its their loss" she is told, yet she feel it is not ....its her loss...because she loses someone to give this love to...and yes...it is pure, and untouched...it just needs to be given a chance...

Her love has grown, matured and evolved...

February....such a short month....for something that lasts forever.....

.....chelitta