Broken Valentine's

Valentine's Day is usually a lone one for me, no one to give me chocolates, no one to give me roses, no one to give me teddies and, no one, to give me hugs. Is it so hard to find someone to love me? To just hug me? To look at me and acknowledge that behind my face there is a human being? Is it too hard to ask another to love me even for a little while? It's painful. Each year, on this day, I see couples walking hand in hand looking lovingly into each other's eyes. And I stand there. Alone. My hands are empty, no hand wants to hold it. My arms aren't filled, there's no one willing to fill them. For a commercial holiday that endorses love there is a lot of heartbreak. Something hallmark probably hasn't contemplated. I wish that, for once, on a Valentine's Day, that I can be held by someone. Someone who makes me feel that I am wanted. That I am cared for. That I am loved. But for now? I totter along glancing at all the couples, hoping that they make the most of it. For what comes easy to others is not so easy for others. Like me.