I’ve never been very mushy/loveydovey/whatever when it comes to…ya know, FEELINGS. Never was, probably never will be. (Oh god, I’m going to be a horrible mother someday) But today is that one day a year that revolves around being mushy and expressing your feelings for everyone around you. Yuck.
DK and I have been together for a long time. It’s been years, and I’m not sure how many, but we’ve been through a lot. I feel like every couple says that, and maybe what we’ve been through is a big deal or it’s not depending on whoever is listening. But here we are, living on our own, being adults and getting ready for the next phase of our lives.
Valentine’s Day has become so taboo because you’re damned if you do, damned if you don’t. So many people agree that it’s a stupid hallmark holiday and they want nothing to do with it. Plenty of people expect diamonds and roses and all that jazz…and then there’s people like me that just uses it as an excuse to eat chocolate.
We don’t need Valentine’s Day to express our love for each other. (ugh, so mushy. I’m struggling to write this without puking) It’s really about all the little things we do on a daily basis, like when it snows and he cleans my car off for me. And how he’s actually been starting my car for me every morning when he leaves so it’s nice and toasty when I head out for the gym. Or how he made me breakfast in bed last weekend. Or how he still opens doors for me, wherever we go. The man has a degree in chivalry.
I’m not trying to brag and say my boyfriend’s better than yours, but he is pretty awesome and I love him. (ugh, feelings)