Stupid holiday. Designed to make most of us feel unloved....except for those who produce roses, chocolates and saccharine sentiments for cash.
It seems benign enough in kindergarten when you are knee deep in red contruction paper, library paste and blunt-nosed scissors..... and pretty much left to your own devices.
But you grow older and so do your expectations....and they rarely mature into satisfactory results.
You cannot love on cue. And you should not be coerced into declarations you don't happen to feel on February 14. Maybe you felt something affectionate on January 26, and maybe passion will develop on May 13....but February 14...phooey.
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