It boggles my mind how the original meaning of 'Valentine's Day' has changed from the start. It started out as a holiday to celebrate the life and death of St. Valentine who was a priest in Rome, and was flogged and burnt at the stake for refusing to deny Jesus to the emperor. Lovely, right? It's so strange to see the pull of Coroprate America and how they were able to take this morbid celebration and make it Hallmark worthy with candy, flowers, and stuffed animals.
Don't get me wrong I love romantic gestures, and can be a quite a mush sometimes, but I feel like designating a day for these actions makes it lose its luster a bit. And although my boyfriend knows my feelings toward this 'day of love', he still sends me texts like these:
"Just smile! Think of it as another day that I can tell you
I love you. It doesn't matter what it is to anyone else!"
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