My dear VC,
No, I don’t think we’ve never really celebrated today. Barring the one time we went on that awesome date to Blue Bar, more to escape constant people-in-your-face syndrome and get some alone time.
No, I don’t really need a special day to declare my undying love.
No, I don’t want to personally feel anymore grossed out by this pink mushy overload all over the interwebz,
No, I’m not cheesy to think you are my champion, or I am your champion or we are the champions, or any combination of the given variables.
No, I don’t want to suggest in anyway that you must wear tight white undies.
No, I don’t want to do anything more than mildly embarrass you.
No, I just didn’t randomly pick today, I had this all cleverly planned out.
But yes, maybe its because he has those beers lined up on his piano. So unabashedly.
Maybe its because he is such a rockstar who never really gave a flying fuck.
Maybe its because I want to remember that it was this day, two years ago, gave me a pair of dingle-dangle silver earrings, left me all alone at home and went away to begin work in Goa.
Maybe we should sing more often.
Maybe, just maybe because its this song.
Ah well, you know why, VC. Happy Valentines Day, my smooshkin.
Psst: maybe it’s also because I want to shamelessly pimp your guest-posting spree.