Valentines Day, the chocolates, flowers, and pin to enormous teddy bears. The girlfriends smiling and laughing as they get taken out to dinner and gifted with jewels. Men all dressed up, happy as armadillos in army tanks, holding the hand of the girl they worked to get. The girl they wanted to understand, the girl that actually means something to them on Valentines Day. Formal, the gazes upon gorgeous gowns and luxurious tuxedos slipping flowers to one another. Everybody, each girl hand in hand awaiting their escorts. Their dates, their main man, chaperon or even convoy depending on the get in the limo guest list. The Facebook status's illuminating the fear of going alone; without a date. Cliques of ladies and crowds of man, separated by white clothed tables and fancy dinner lit candles. Than the music starts, the ladies click their heels and the men stomp their toes. Moving to the dance floor, not separated no more. Dates don't matter, just the loudest song and the hardest beat. It's Formal. Soon enough the music begins to slow and the masses collide to choose one another for a special movement of the heart and soul. Fractions of time, it's only fractions does it matter if your attached at the hip with somebody, but it's only a dance. It's just a dinner, it's time to spend with friends and celebrate the upcoming adventurous times with others. It's not about who's hand your holding in a fancy dress, because it's your friends that will be constantly reaching out for it. Simply enjoy.
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