Valentine

One of the most wondrous things about this sizeless virtual universe is the gift of how everyone has shared themselves in ways that make me certain love truly does make the world go around. I've seen love cut you to pieces, and watched you put yourselves back together again. I've watched new loves take shape and arc into amazing successes and beautiful disasters. There have been steady, quiet loves, expressed less in words and more by accounts of small actions. I've delighted in the determination of each of us to love in the best ways we could, to keep the faith in ways that were sometimes graceful, sometimes not. I've ached with the loss of loves, with the fleeting and perplexing nature of certain relationships. I've raged at the inablity of some to love themselves well enough, at their blindness to their own value. I've celebrated in the steadfastness of your ability to love not only people, but ideas...notions of kindness, justice and reconciliation even in the most cynical of times. I've cried over your secret heartbreaks, your bewilderment at being hurt, and your despair of ever finding someone who speaks your language. I've cheered you on when you picked yourselves up and moved on without really knowing where you would find yourselves at the end of the journey. The generosity with which you all share yourselves with the world makes it impossible for me to ever be glib or cynical about this place or what I read here. I am the recipient of countless valentines, day in and day out, always happy to attach myself to the heartstrings crafted from your words.