Choose or be chosen

Valentine’s Day loves certainty.

Answers.
Gestures.
Proof.
It likes to know where it stands.

But attraction doesn’t start there.

It starts in hesitation.
In the second before you decide.
In the moment you could walk away, and don’t.

Being chosen feels safe.
Choosing is exposure.

It means wanting something enough to risk being wrong.

A glove knows this.  
It doesn’t protect you from contact.  
It brings you closer to it.

Closer to heat.
Closer to friction.
Closer to consequence.

Nothing about touch is neutral.
Every move reveals something.

On Valentine’s Day, many things arrive wrapped.
Pre-selected.
Pre-approved.
Easy to accept. Harder to choose.

Because choosing means saying “This”
Not everything, Not everyone,
Just “This”

And living with it.