Today is not Valentines Day

Today is not Valentines Day. It is just another day. I am dropping you off at work and then leaving to mine. You are on a call with a client. The voice carries over to my side. You look at me and wrinkle your nose.
Today is not Valentines Day. I struggle to remember if I ever felt like my heart was going to burst with ache for you. I don't ever remember having butterflies when I was with you. My ears have never buzzed when you were around.
Today is not Valentines Day. I will never have the first kiss again. Furtive glances to my phone to check for messages from you, never happened. My heart will not pound anticipating our meeting.
Today is not Valentines Day. I do not need to wait to hold your fingers at the end of the day. I do not need to worry that you will not kiss me if I have onions in my sandwich. I do not worry that I wear my shorts to drop and pick you up from formal parties.
Today is not Valentines Day. I do not worry that I fart, I don't care if I have a particularly spicy meal and I am in the bathroom for a long time.
Today is not Valentines Day, I will drop you in the morning and pick you up in the evening. I like the routine and  I don't have to anticipate any surprises in our relationship.
Today is not Valentines Day. I know who you are, you know who I am. I speak the truth, you speak the truth. I love you. You love me.

Win me an Oscar

You are a sucky person.
There, I said it. With the vocabulary of a teen, I said it. You are truly a sucky person.  You are late to the sets, you give excuses about the time. You keep us all waiting for hours together for you to put up an appearance on readings. You drink and party and are hungover on set. You delay make up while you snort in your trailer. Make up a is a nightmare with those teeth and sallow skin that you have developed as a result of those binges. You put on airs and talk down to everyone on the set. You don't take kindly to someone else taking the spotlight off of you. You want to be waited hand and foot. I remember the time when you had to have Deep Dish Pizza in the middle of the night, when all we wanted was to finish the shot and go home and sleep. We did not start shooting until we woke up a famous chef, listened to his curses, owed him a thousand favors for that one frigging pizza. When it came, you smelled it, said it smelled cheesy and threw it into garbage. You are sucky.
Yet you transform. When you get into the shot, the individual that was a collective pain in our asses ceases to exist. You are what the story says you are. You disappear beneath the sometimes subtle sometime flashy character. If we were to do retakes that was probably because your co-stars weren't expecting that greatness from a sucky individual. You are simply a delight with your improvisations and timing your dialogues.I begin to recollect why we buzzed around you and signed you.
This story is going to make those Academy members cry. Win me an Oscar,you sucky person