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I know I am intelligent enough to know better than to weigh my worth in plastic flowers, mass-produced teddy bears and balloon hearts but I can’t seem to shake the small bubbles of jealousy and desire — two dangerous devils of seductive temptation — that make me want those things too.

Are these supposed to make me feel more than worthy of love? Are these supposed to measure how much you love me, on a holiday where expressions of passion are mandated and required? I’d like to think that our love, the one we will have and share will be more than this. It will not be limited to one day of the year, but will be manifested in every single day, every small moment, every precious smile and meaningful look. Think of it. 365 days of being together; 365 mornings of waking up next to each other, of morning coffee and showers. Between us, the world will stand down and keep quiet, fall to its knees in sheer awe at the magnitude and intensity of the passion we share. What does one day out of a year have for our hundreds? Why should I stick to just one day when everyday I am free and oh so very willing to keep reminding you that… I love you.