I sit here, alone, on the day of the lovers. My heart races back and forth, back and forth, waiting for that special someone to knock. The minutes tick away and the impatience begins to rise. My hands quiver at every sound and my heart jumps at every pang. What's going on with me? Why do I feel like this? Feel as if there is someone actually worth waiting on.
The glitter of my pink nailpolish distracts me as I look down upon the keyboard in dismay. I stare at the puzzling nature of glitter, which helps me take my mind off of the horrendous things that I have been thinking of. The faint smell of red-velvet cupcakes take me away to another world. A world full of chocolate and love. Why does this world seem so fun? Why have I always wished to belong in this world? I quickly snap out of this world and look down upon the pink and white deliciousness. My mouth waters as I stare at the chocolate heart adorned in the middle of the cupcake. AH! Why do I keep doing this to myself? Snap out of it, Nitasha! Snap out of it!
The harmonious Antonio Vivaldi plays in the background and, again, I am in a completely different world. The music soothes my uprising nerves and my muscles begin to relax. I think my heart catch up to the pace of my brain and my life begins to slow down. Perfect! Just the kind of relaxation that I've been longing for. Yes, this day may be for the lovers, it may be to express your love, or it may simply be to tell someone how you feel about them. Yet, for me, this day doesn't hold as much importance as other days. Why? Because I have everything I need in my life. My life is worth living for, not worth waiting for.
And there ends the epiphany to my mid-summer night's dream.
Thank you, classical music, thank you very much.
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