Valentine’s Day, oh Valentine’s Day, what an annoying, yet fantastically romantic day. I am in a relationship, and I can’t wait for Thursday. I mean, this whole romance thing is just crazy. I love Nicolas Sparks’ books, even if they are way over the top and will never ever happen in real life. I actually really don’t mind Valentine’s Day; it may be horribly annoying to about 50 percent of the population, but really, what woman doesn’t love any day where it is perfectly acceptable to just eat chocolate?
My boyfriend travels a lot for work so we see each other about every couple of weeks or so. Maybe I am so excited for Valentine’s Day this year because I know for sure that I will be able to see him and go on a date. Which, by the way, does not happen often. We are one of those stay in and watch Netflix couples, and that works for us. Sometimes I want to go out and get dinner just with him. You know, get all dressed up, put on one of my 15 pairs of heels (that I never ever wear), and just have a “night on the town,” if you will.
When my boyfriend first brought up Valentine’s Day plans, I’m sure he could see the excitement on my face. I knew what I wanted to do on that Thursday in the middle of the month, and he knew I knew too. I kind of denied it at first, mostly because my corniness factor mellows down when he is around. He said, “I know what you want,” so my response was “How do you know what I want if I’m not entirely sure what I want?” His answer was simple: “Because I know you.” There went my heart all fluttery and filled with hope.
You know what the problem is with a fluttery heart filled with hope? It’s that the anticipation is killing me. It is literally eating away at me, and I am sure I am not the only girlfriend out there who is anxious about what their boyfriend may or may not be planning. I know what my plan is. Although, my plans sometimes get me in trouble because I tend get a little lost in my own idea of what should or should not happen. I did get my boyfriend a gift, and half of my anticipation comes from me wanting to know what his reaction will be to it. The other half is not knowing.
A lot of my friends know me notoriously as the one who just loves love. That is pretty true; I do love love, and I am not talking just love for my boyfriend but love for everyone in my life. My grandparents and I send cards every year on Feb. 14; my father and I used to bake cookies for my mom every year. My younger sister and I used to make our dad handmade cards on Valentine’s Day. Those are the things I love about love, and what I really love about Valentine’s Day is that it’s the day where I can express my love for my family and friends and not be judged for how I feel.
There seems to be a lot of people out there who think Valentine’s Day is a stupid excuse for card companies and florists to make another buck. I don’t know if their feelings are really true or if it just seems like a good bandwagon to jump on. I’ll tell you this: I am not embarrassed for one minute to admit that I like Valentine’s Day, that I like going out with my boyfriend wearing obnoxiously high heels, that I like giving and receiving presents from loved ones and that I like having a day where it is really okay to truly love love.
