Recently, it was Valentine’s Day. I don’t remember when was the last time I spent the date alone. In fact, I don’t even know if this has happened since 1999, when I celebrated the most romantic day of the year with my first boyfriend.
Thinking back, in 2009, I toasted the occasion with myself, in the period between the end of a relationship that was supposed to turn into a marriage and the beginning of a relationship that actually turned into a marriage. How it was? I have no idea.
And now, in 2026, I had no one to write a little poem ending with “I love you”.
I got divorced in October 2023. As Brazilian Valentine’s Day had already passed, I had the company of my then husband on the 12th. In 2024, I was dating a man who gave me chocolates with the following letters: e, u, t, e, a, m, o (at the end of the night only the “o” was left). In 2025, I celebrated with a guy who had a romantic dinner at his house, with dessert options! This year, it was different.
In fact, I never liked being alone. Maybe that’s why I spent my life in relationships or, at least, playing the guitar and singing love songs thinking about someone. I recently became single. At first I was a little lost, but after a while, I discovered the pleasure of being with myself. Independence has some advantages: if I feel like visiting a friend in another city now, I’ll buy a ticket and go. If I want to have a milkshake while writing my next book, no one will know.
One thing that irritates me: people feeling sorry for me because I’m single on Valentine’s Day. My dears, besides me being great, better alone than with annoying people (could this be a hint?).
There are those who come to “console” us, saying that it is a commercial date. You see, I love business dates. I don’t mind getting gifts at all. You even gave me an idea: I’m going to the mall to buy myself an earring. Yes, I’ve been dating for a long time.
The date was almost passing by, until I decided to write a little poem:
This Valentine’s Day
there will be no candlelit dinner,
no passionate hugs
or fondue in the pan.
I may not get a flower,
but why does it cause pain?
If there’s one thing that’s not missing here
It’s the thing about love.
I love my home
I love a good chat
I love grilled bread
I love shooting portraits
I love being a mother
I love dancing
I love my hair
I love rhyming
I love everything that comes my way,
this and next year.
And, mainly:
Life, I love you.
