I’m not too confident that I would’ve enjoyed the thought of sitting down, watching a movie, eating cookies and milk while snuggling and shit. I’m not too sure I would’ve made sure you got your flowers to ensure that nobody could make you feel bad for being the only woman without them on this day. I’m not a fan of making sure I cover and check all bases to feel like I am playing the game well to a certain degree.

Maybe I’m a grinch; maybe I was better off when I believed this day should’ve been full of presents and hearts. Maybe just because I believe that shit is fake, I should make more genuine efforts and not worry about everything else.

I’m not too sure how that works, though, damned if you do, damned if you don’t.

But not really?

How bad would it be if I just forgot what everyone else thought?

How much would I suffer just making sure you expected all the balloons and flowers in the world on this day? How terrible would it really be if I made a special big gesture to get you out to dinner?

How bad would it be if we skipped out on my favorite comfort food to get you sitting down at a lovely table for two and a little champagne?

I guess pride could be a hell of a drug, and it’s tough to get off of it.

Happy Valentines Day.