When I was little, before Valentine's Day cards in school became an indicator of how popular one was and the pressure to love and be loved started building up, my dad would bring home roses on Valentine's Day. Or a rose. Or a pink lollipop. Or something. And there would be a family dinner that was just a little bit fancier than the regular potatoes and fish sticks. And we'd get heart shaped jelly candies (which I've always thought were really gross, but I liked the way they looked and I used to lick the sugar off of them).
I don't have a problem celebrating love. Not at all. Love is wonderful. It's just that it'll never again be as pure and simple as it was back then.... Ah, childhood.
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