He said he didn’t do Valentine’s Day.
The flowers, jewelry, and giant valentine in the form of chocolate chip cookie said he did.
He said he didn’t do romance.
The peanut butter pancakes in bed, heart shaped pizza made by hand, and massages to ease the pain said he did.
He said he wasn’t good at gift giving.
The free rein he gave me at the bookstore, stash of my favourite chocolate, and the incredibly sweet card said he definitely was.
He said he loved me.
The fact that he makes a holiday he never really liked or believed in, into something special for me, certainly shows me that he does.
He makes every day feel like Valentine’s Day.