I've tried very hard to make a big deal about Valentine's Day (while in a relationship) and have also tried very hard to not make a big deal about Valentine's Day (in my singleness) and quite frankly I would rather settle with February the 14th being a day of great indifference. Because when the time comes where someone loves me and I love them, I will pour out my affections in any way I want at any time I want and as ridiculously corny as I want it to be.
If I want to cover an entire wall with love heart shaped post-it notes with reasons why I love him on everyone one of them on March the 16th, then I will. If I want a candle lit taco dinner on November the 3rd, or a romantic picnic in a tree house on July the 26th, then I will. Everyday is an opportunity to do something crazy for love. Every day is special and worth celebrating. Everyday holds surprises. Every day should be met with purposeful, natural and accidental ways of loving people around you. I'm also sour about giving out of obligation and am poor at planning.