Yes. I said it. I'm not a fan of this holiday.
But you're a romance author!
Yes. I know.
How can you hate love?
Whoa. Nope. Back that train up. I love love. I adore romance. I despise someone trying to tell me that if I don't perform specific actions or buy specific things that my love somehow isn't good enough.
Love is about more than candy and flowers and a meal at a crowded restaurant where you have to repeat yourself because of the noise level.
For me, love is coming home to a clean kitchen and takeout after a long day of work. Love is a dirty text at an inappropriate moment that makes you laugh. Love is sneaking a smack on the ass while walking by in a crowded room, or a distracting blow job during a video game. Hubby has treated me with chocolates at the most random times, and it's the best. And every year he buys me a single white rose on our anniversary to commemorate out rose ceremony from our wedding vows.
Love doesn't need to be big and audacious. For me, love is comfortable and overwhelming at the same time. It's that feeling of needing someone to be with you, but not needing to entertain them. It's finding someone to celebrate success with, but still flourishing in tight times or uncomfortable living arrangements. Love makes it okay, because the person you're with makes everything better. Not because they fix everything, but because them being by your side means you're blessed with more than money could ever buy.
I'm a huge fan of creating our own holidays. Things that mean the world to us. Like the day we got married. And the cold day in January almost twenty years ago that hubby pulled a diamond ring from his pocket and proposed, because the idea of waiting until Valentine's Day was too much. Those times are worth celebrating.
Don't get me wrong...Valentine's Day isn't all bad. There tend to be some damn good sales going on. Especially the day after Valentine's Day. Who else is excited for "Half Off Chocolate Hearts" Day? ME!