The BF has finals today. I know, wtf, right? Who schedules finals on Valentine's Day? So we're officially celebrating when finals are over...in a week and a half. I didn't even think we were going to see each other until after midnight, what with all the mad studying he has to do. So when I got home to find him taking a nap, I was ecstatic. Last year we were in different states on VD, and I was actually expecting less interaction today. But he was home with flowers and candy--way better.
He's so cute. I told the BF not to get me chocolate for Valentine's Day because I would either eat the whole box or feel too guilty to enjoy it. But he handed me a small box of chocolates and said "I bought you three small boxes so you wouldn't have to worry about portions." Adorable.
Growing up fat, I never had someone for Valentine's Day. In college that wasn't a big deal because there was always someone to make out with regardless of the holiday. All parties were an excuse to get affectionate with friends or strangers. But in high school it was tougher to watch my friends celebrate and not have anyone. I know it's lame, but I love that I'm not one of the Valentine-less. Shallow, sad, pathetic...I know. But I can't change it. So I just appreciate how much I love the BF and how sweet and thoughtful he can be. I try to avoid thinking about how susceptible I am to paper hearts and mandatory PDA.
I know, I know. It's so vogue to say that Valentine's Day is over-commercial, over-hype, full of pressure, etc, etc. I tell my boyfriend I love him every day. I tell him I love him a dozen times a day actually. But just like our anniversary, it's nice, wonderful even, to have a special day to go a little extra. I love having an excuse for a fancy date. I love remembering being little and wondering who I'd be sharing these days with in the future and knowing the answer. I love wearing pink meaningfully. I can wear pink any day, but today it means something. Just like a beer on St. Patrick's day is a little better than a beer on a regular day. Or pancakes on Mardi Gras are better than ordinary brunch. I'm sorry, it's not hip to love sappy traditions. But I do, and I would rather enjoy the act or enjoying it than convince myself that I should be revolting against something.
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