I've never liked Valentine's Day. Ever since I grew bumpy bits, ever since I saw how much attention the prettier girls got, ever since I realised that I was markedly different from the 'normal' folk. While the fact it is an ancient pagan holiday celebrated by bible bashers across the world (I'm looking at you, America) amuses me no end, the fact it has been commertialised to death offends me.
And yet, and yet. And yet I still get hopeful, and invariably a little disappointed. Jye does not believe in Valentine's Day, and I suppose neither do I. That doesn't explain why I've sent him soppy cards, or why I'm giving him a present.