From as far back as I can remember, I’ve always been in love with love. Even when I hated it I loved it. Although February 14th is like a swift kick in the gut from every ex-boyfriend of mine who is now in a happy relationship, it’s also a constant reminder that there is still love in the world. And for that, I can’t be mad at it.

What people fail to recognize is love isn’t defined by the romantic relationship between a man and woman, and Valentine’s Day isn’t a monetary competition. Although the day is typically synonymous with couples, candy and roses –  it doesn’t have to be. That sounds like a plate of steaming hot bullshit, but if more people shared this absurd ideology, I think less people would detest the “Hallmark holiday”.

No excuses people. I’ve gotten cheated on, dumped, and manipulated on past Valentine’s Days. One year, the man I (thought I) loved had the audacity to text me “Happy Valentine’s Day!” while he was on a romantic getaway with another woman. Yet, I manage not to celebrate by condemning romance, crying on the bathroom floor, or eating a gallon of ice-cream while having a Dexter marathon (although that last part sounds tempting). Why? Because I still have so many reasons to LOVE.

I love my beautiful mother who has not once ever questioned my dreams and aspirations. I love the city of San Francisco for never failing to give me a reason to miss home. I love pit bulls! They are one of the Earth’s most beloved, yet misunderstood creatures. I love the motherfucking San Francisco Giants. I love (other people’s) babies. Their innocence, untainted imagination, and ability to make me smile no matter how bad of a day I’m having. I love bad bitches that’s my fucking problem (BOTB I’m talking to you!). I love running outdoors, more so by the water. It reminds me that the world is so much bigger than whatever problem I may have at the time. And oh my God do I love my friends, words cannot even describe how much. Lastly, at the end of the day. When all is said and done. No matter how self-loathing I do, I LOVE ME. There is absolutely no way I could love the aforementioned, if I don’t love myself even just a little bit.

The other day an ex LAPD officer that went rogue and ended three innocent lives was shot, but not before taking at least one more life with him. And your panties are all in a bunch because of a fucking teddy-bear and some heart shaped balloons? GTFOH. Even if you hate Valentine’s Day, love the things and people that make you happy - especially yourself. Celebrate with your man, your lady, your best friend, your son, or your favorite book. Or do absolutely nothing at all.

As for me? I’ll be celebrating with my first love. And yes, I do this everyday.