I wasn’t trying to be artistic or symbolic when I threw these candy hearts in my sink a few years ago. In fact, when I snapped this, I wasn’t even into photography. I think I was just discarding some leftover decorations, hadn’t yet run the garbage disposal, and thought…this is kind of cool.
Love can hurt a little. I’ve blogged about it before. My favorite was a post from last April when I was simply doing cell phone art. I’m trying not to be cynical about the whole romantic love thing, but honestly, it has made me feel a little ripped apart. And Andy telling me that I only hated Valentine’s Day because I was “alone” just made that old wound bleed again.
So, this is my tribute to a psuedo-holiday: Love is cold steel. Sometimes it chops the heart up into little, ugly pieces.
My sincerest apologies to my readers. Thank you for allowing me to vent, and I’ll be in a better mood tomorrow!