On Valentine’s Day
By Hossam Badrawi
To all those who fill our lives with warmth, beauty, and serenity.
I do not believe that love is confined to a single day in the year, nor that it is a gift to be bought or a flower to be given and then wither away. Love, to me, is that feeling that continues to grow in the heart every day. It is the kind word spoken with sincerity, the gentle touch that reaches the soul before the body.
I believe that love is both giving and receiving—that we give, and in doing so, we find more of ourselves when we offer a part of who we are to another.
Love is having someone in our lives who understands us before we even speak, who sees our beauty even when we believe we are not at our best.
As for me, today and every day, I celebrate the fact that I love and am loved.
I love not because today is a day for love, but because love itself is the celebration—it is the secret of life, its light, and its source of strength.
To those who dwell in the heart and give life its meaning, love is not just a day to be celebrated, nor an occasion that ends when the day is over.
Love, as Gibran said, gives nothing but itself, takes nothing but from itself, does not seek to possess, but is content simply with being.
And so is my love… I ask nothing from the one I love except that she remains as she is.
Love may sometimes wound us, but these wounds are merely gentle reminders that we are alive, that we are growing, that we love sincerely.
And how beautiful love is when it intertwines with friendship.
I do not seek to possess love; rather, I wish for it to be a light that fills the heart, a hand that reaches out when needed, a silence that speaks when words fail.
I want us to walk together, not because we need each other, but because we choose to be together—every day, every moment. And it does not matter if that is only physical, but rather in every way.
To me, love is both destiny and choice.