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What is a Valentine?!

Mom says that I used to love Valentine's day, we used to make a big deal about it with candy, stuffed animals and special dinners. I guess growing up sucks... I'm sure that's why I'm a romantic but the day feels dead to me even though it should be a symbolic day about reflecting on people who care about you and whom you care about. I don't really want a Valentine but I'll still share the love to all my friends.

I give thanks for my family, friends and the love of my life. Valentine's Day is one of the biggest commercial events. With that being said we should strive to live beyond the life of the holiday. We should show love to those in our lives continuously with the need to receive gifts or steak the day after.

We should be sending love notes, cards and writing sweet little nothings most of the time. If you're not mushy, that's fine, send a card with something thoughtful you're thinking at the moment. Not everything has to be mushy either, kind words of encouragement are always appreciated.

I love PDA but in the appropriate amounts. Constantly making out in front of everyone is nauseating, to your friends and other couples. Always show some kind of affection to each other, hold hands, kiss her on the forehead before sitting down, small things that are noticeably to few amounts of people.

You know what it's okay to say you love someone sober. Say I love you to your friends because it could change their whole day. We thrive on affection and some of us are affection deprived.

So I love all of you for reading this. Just take time from your day to hug someone and tell them you appreciate them.

-One love!

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