Every February we celebrate Valentine's Day by giving flowers, candy and cards to those we love. We do this in honor of Saint Valentine. You may be wondering, "Who is St. Valentine"? I doubt if one of us actually knows if to whom we are celebrating this occasion for? Legend has it that Valentine was a priest who served during third century Rome. Another legend has it that Valentine was an imprisoned man who fell in love with his jailor's daughter. Perhaps we'll never know the true identity and story behind the man named St. Valentine, but this much is for sure...February has been the month to celebrate love for a long time, dating clear back to the Middle Ages. In fact, Valentines ranks second only to Christmas in number of greeting cards sent. So for today, we have all the right excuses to be mushy, sweet and romantic without worrying if we’d be dubbed as corny or cheesy. Whats important is, we acknowledge the wonderful gift called love and be able to show it to each of our loved ones. And just in time with our program and as much as we all know that valentine's Day is fast approaching, the 14th day of February, we have the whole day to celebrate love in every bit of its essence though some of us would probably admit that Valentine's Day seems more like a day of mourning than a day of celebration for remembering a romantic love that was lost, or perhaps that hadn't materialized. But more than that, im sure each of us here still longs to celebrate love because we feel that in many ways love completes and fulfills us. True Love may sound like a cliché and all that, but I believe the kind of love we should be celebrating is more about giving rather than getting. So for today, we now have this program which serves as a chance to show and give love, and celebrate its very spirit.

Ask me why I didn't do it last night despite the fact that I wanted it so much, like It was my only savior, my refuge. Why?  Cause I wanted to hold on. To hold on to whatever chance I could have of again being with you. So I dont wanna end this life yet. Not yet.

Suicide is painless. Its only life that hurts.

What if the person who keeps you breathing
suddenly becomes the cause of your own death?

You are my savior, when the world is my murderer. You are more than to me just someone I love. You are my life. The reason for my existence. The owner of my soul. My sweet sacrifice. My only love. My breath of life. My very end.

People always warned me about not giving my entire self for the person that I would come to love. To not give my whole 100% in love. To not offer my life and soul for that person. For people who do that, would only end up getting hurt like a million razor-sharp knives were stabbed on their hearts every single breathing moment. It would hurt like hell, like as if you're dying everyday, as how they would put it. It would feel like the world just crashed open and swallowed you whole, like there would be no more reason to live, to breathe. Like everything was in slow motion. And every movement was unnecessary. Bare. Blank. Drained. Shallow. Empty. Nothing.

But I don't believe in that, in the idea of leaving a certain amount of respect and love for your own self when you love. I don't believe in that. I can't do that. Cause I cant say that I love a person truly when I don't give him more than what I can give, when I don't give him my life and wont offer him my soul, when I don't completely give 100% of myself to that person. I don't believe in compromise, I believe in sacrifice. I wouldn't mind forgetting myself, and start making him my world. Being happy would mean that the person I love is. I don't want any regrets. I would do everything I can to prove how much love I can give. I hate pride. As much as I can, I want to try and do everything for him. That's how I love. Endless. Eternal. Ceaseless. Undying. Selfless. Unconditional and boundless.

So tell me, is it my fault that I love too much?

So much has changed, but one thing hasn't,
I still love you because no on will ever love you as much as i do.