Valentine’s day has always been the day where I shared my affection with loved ones. At some point in my geeky teenage life, I decided it didn’t have to be all mushy and romantic, and so I made sweet treats for friends, colleagues, neighbors and family. Later, yes, I went all out with the cheesiest and got married on that day, but married, I never really celebrated the day together as an anniversary, my ex just wasn’t that kind of guy.
So, perhaps the expectations are unfair or unreasonable.
Last Valentine’s day, I went on a road trip with him. We met that day for the first time, and cemented the friendship, the relationship we had already formed. I can’t recreate what we felt that day, and I don’t need to.
I don’t want to be selfish or high maintenance; I know in my head that he cares, that he loves me and wants me and thinks of me. I know I don’t need anymore than that. I just want it.