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I like love. I believe in it. I feel it. It's a wonderful thing. But I think I have a much more rationalist view of it, in some respects, than many folks.
I see the story about the dead man (and of course it's a man, but let's leave aside the gender stuff) who prepaid for years worth of Valentine bouquets before he died and it kind of weirds me out.
If my partner died, would I want to keep getting a reminder, every year like clockwork, that here it is Valentine's day (which, given the story, was apparently important to the widowed spouse) and my partner of many years is dead and won't be sharing it with me? I'd like to think that if I was dead, that my partner would move on from that experience, maybe keep a few things of mine as physical rememberances, and not be taken by surprise by such a powerful emotional symbol at an emotionally volatile time.
I'm not saying it's wrong to enjoy the story, or to think that it's a really positive, romantic gesture. I guess I'm just saying please don't do it for me!
I see the story about the dead man (and of course it's a man, but let's leave aside the gender stuff) who prepaid for years worth of Valentine bouquets before he died and it kind of weirds me out.
If my partner died, would I want to keep getting a reminder, every year like clockwork, that here it is Valentine's day (which, given the story, was apparently important to the widowed spouse) and my partner of many years is dead and won't be sharing it with me? I'd like to think that if I was dead, that my partner would move on from that experience, maybe keep a few things of mine as physical rememberances, and not be taken by surprise by such a powerful emotional symbol at an emotionally volatile time.
I'm not saying it's wrong to enjoy the story, or to think that it's a really positive, romantic gesture. I guess I'm just saying please don't do it for me!