I love you.
Boomboxes blaring “In Your Eyes.”
Or losing that loving feeling.
Here’s looking at you, kid.
Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.
Promises you don’t intend to keep.
Or promises you do.
Clichés get a bad wrap. Don’t use them. You don’t want to be one. You want to be original. Unique. Special.
But sometimes I wonder, what’s so wrong with wanting the cliché? Even if it’s only for a moment. Even if it’s for longer than a moment.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
(P.S. Of course, I do love Octavio Paz’s “No More Clichés.” I’m just a walking contradiction.)