ONE: Dolce & Gabbana Sweater // TWO: Too Faced Perfect Flush Blush // THREE: La Perla Secret Story Bra // FOUR: Miu Miu Sweater // FIVE: Ariel Gordon Love Knot Ring // SIX: Chloé Love Story Eau Sensuelle // SEVEN: Chloé M Drew Bag // EIGHT: Dior Golden Shock Lipstick // NINE: Gianvito Rossi Flora Sandals
There are 2 kinds of people in this world:
1. The Hopeless Heart-eyed Romantic
- Typical Friday nights consisting of binge-watching John Hughes or cheesy chick flicks with >30% on Rotten Tomatoes
- Journalling professions of love and hypothetical rose-colored futures with that one stranger who opened the door for you at 1:53pm on March 23rd
- Instantly glowing from the inside out when you stumble upon a hand-holding grandparent-couple
- Constantly re-imagining a sudden musical burst (think 500 Days of Summer post-hookup on Tom's end or La La Land...sans the actual ending)
- That girl who shows interest too soon after a 1st date and sounds out their soon-to-be surname.
2. The Cynical Dragon Lady
- Typical Friday nights consisting of binge-watching Charlie Kaufman or cheesy slasher flicks like My Bloody Valentine
- Journalling your existential crisis and how love is an overhyped conspiracy used to manipulate women and boost commercialism
- Instantly glowing from the inside out when you stumble upon a drunken couple outside a divey bar at 2am obnoxiously arguing about not including more pics of the other on Instagram
- Constantly re-imaging a utopia of self-sustaining women where men are biologically wired to procreate
- That girl who forgets their date's name and has never-ending lists of nameless numbers
Whether you're wholeheartedly one or the other or even a hybrid, love is inescapable. So if you think love sucks, sorry kid. Tough love. It's a basic function of human nature and comes in all forms...In the form of your childhood bunny, freshly-cut garden roses, your inspiring mother, Porto's chocolate cake, and even your once glorified "soulmate". Some are amplified and ascribed with more importance than the other, housed in a special nook in your heart and lingering in your fuzzy memories (i.e. chocolate cake > "soulmate").
In either case, let February be a month of love. No, it doesn't have to necessarily entail finding a last-minute lover for a candle-lit dinner or even angrily reciting "Galentine's Day" poems on feminism. Many mistake Valentine's Day as this over-romanticized and over-hyped day to separate out the single ladies and men from those in relationships. My tip? Flash back to our innocently all-loving elementary school days when we spent hours writing only 30 names on our Rite-Aid mass-packaged Snoopy cards because our Trump-sized hands were too juvenile to write quickly enough. I guess I shouldn't have ironically included Trump in a message of love. Oh, well. Everyone deserves love. So spend February with an extra dedication to the theme of love. Whatever that means for you. Because you deserve it.