I rant, therefore I am

Valentine’s day

I don’t even know who Valentine is. Or how come this day is celebrated the way it is. Only a few people can answer why we call our lovers or dates our valentine. I’ve heard versions from people about its history and no two stories are the same. Some say celebrating valentine’s day is just so american.

But I love the way people get busy for their dates. How they wish somebody would give them flowers or chocolates. How they look and panic for something good to wear. How other small vendors make money out of valentine’s day. 

But the best of all, it’s how everything seem so red and loved.