Schmee-day.
I'm so happy for you all. Really, I am.
And I love you guys too, but what's the point in making me tell you on a previously specified day? And loosen up a bit too, there are ways of loving that don't include red/pink cellophane, flowers, and heart-shaped boxes with chocolates. There are, aren't there...?
If someone were to give me something in the shape of a heart I'm fairly sure I wouldn't know what to do with it, let alone how to reciprocate.
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not everyone has imagination, so be kind.
=P
Hm. I am kind. I just think that there must be other ways. Yes. Really.
I stubbornly ignored the day. I resent the notion that I need a special day to be romantic!
I shall be romantic when ever I choose!!!
That's the spirit! Romance can't be forced forth, or it'll be just that.. forced.
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