A couple of years ago, a friend and I figured out a tradition for Valentine's day.  She and I decided to show how we care by throwing something on someone's doorstep that epitimizes what love means to us.  In my case this object to show my affection is that of a burning rose, yes I know it sounds like vandalism throwing a lit rose on someones doorstep.  That however is not the point, the point of all of this is to show someone that they are not forgotten on this of all days.  To show that someone out there still cares about them and always will.  Today I have a message for both genders.

First and more important, to you ladies out there.  The mothers, daughters, sisters, to those in love, or those that wish they were in love.  I have not forgotten that you exist, I have merely been hiding myself under the guises of protecting people from myself, and shyness.  When in reality I do it because I am afraid of losing those that matter to me more than they or I know, That and I'm just lazy.  In certain cases you are the reasons I am still alive, In all cases you have helped me in different times of my life even if you didn't realize it, just knowing that you are alive is enough to keep me going everyday.  I will never be able to forget how much most of you have cared for me even though I have not always understood why.  So for you ladies I toss the perverbial burning rose onto your doorstep, to show my love and that I still and will always care.

*turns to the guys, partially under the guise of rage*  And as for you.  Anyone who truly knows me, not the act I show but the real me, knows that as far as I'm concerned: 96% of guys are just worthless males and should therefore be erradicated, and allow the 4% that are actual gentlemen to take over in their place. I do not claim to be a gentlemen no matter how hard I've worked on it, I am still just another male because I know of my failings better than anyone.  Some of the women in my life have told me I'm a gentleman no matter how hard I deny it, even though I'm not sure if such praise is warranted, I thank them none-the-less.  Which brings me to my point, I offer to you guys out there a challenge.

Throw the burning rose onto the doorstep of those you love more than anyone, show them you love them.  The mother, the daughter, the sister, the one you have to love, the one you don't have to love.  Throw a box of chocolates, throw a dead bunny, I don't care.  Throw it litterally or perverbially.  Prove to these women that you are more than just a sack of horny entrails.  To those you promised that you would protect, prove it.  Prove that even though both of you may be travelling through a sea of fire, that you will not allow her to come to harm, even if it means part of you perishes in the flames, perhaps that part of you isn't that important anyway.  I do not ask this for myself, I ask it for those that can't or don't know how.  I could care less if you do this or not.  The women in your life do, they want to know how much they mean to you.  They want to know that their faith is not misplaced.  Show to them what you are truly capable of.

The women in our lives are more precious than any earthly gain, I don't care what any males may say.  To the ladies Happy Valentines day, you are always loved.  To you guys, prove that you are gentlemen rather than just another worthless male.  As for me perhaps this is the result of the last few months, perhaps it is because of yesterday, but I felt this was nessesary to write down.  I will still honour our tradition Valentine's night.

Kitsune Seele