This year, I actually managed to ignore Valentine’s Day. I felt nada. But then I was already depressed, so possibly I wouldn’t notice the difference. Also, he randomly chose a gift a couple of weeks ago (seemed random, anyway) and was adamant that I get it. It was a grocery store bear. . . a white bear with a red heart, something he’s chosen twice before on other years, the last time being at least three or four years ago. I tried to pick a different one, a laying-on-its-belly bear, but he wouldn’t have it. Very close to stomping his feet, he was. So the bear came home and is now on my bed. It’s the biggest one he’s ever picked out, and is squishy. I heart squishy.
But I haven’t seen him in a week. Alas.