I. Am. A. Hopeless. Romantic.
There, I said it. I like Valentine’s Day. I like heart-shaped boxes filled with chocolate. I like roses. I like cards. I like sappy little small nothings of a gift with heart shaped tags. I like romantic candlelit dinners.
It took me years to be able to admit to the fact that I dig hallmark holidays. I used to hide from everything girly, banished pink from my life, and spoke loudly on how roses were an awful waste of money.
(I was lying.)
(I was playing tough in those single days of I don’t need NO ONE)
Sure, sure, of course love should be shown year round. Simple little gifts from the heart should abound for no particular reason. And no you don’t need Hallmark to tell you when to be romantic… But…
I can’t resist a day to do something other than the ordinary, especially in the dead of winter.
And don’t forget the best part of Valentine’s Day, the day after when all that glorious chocolate goes on sale!
How about you? Do you dig the day of cupid? Or did I just make you puke all over your keyboard?