That woman, she's got eyes that shine like a pair of stolen polished dimes.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love,

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove.

Oh, no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests.. and is never shaken.

It is the star to every wandering bark

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love is not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come.

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out.. even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

I love Valentine's Day. I have always loved Valentine's Day. I don't know what it is, because I don't care about the stereotypical Valentine's routine, I don't care for the consumerism it begs for, I don't even like the shallow displays of affection it seems to entail.... but I love Valentine's Day.

I remember in high school, when I was in the service club, on the last school day before V-Day we would go around and deliver carnations and kisses to people. In elementary school we decorated shoeboxes and hoped we'd have a valentine from our crush (though I'm pretty positive that at Boyd, it was required to have a valentine for everyone in the class...). I don't even really remember middle school Valentine's Day situations, probably because they were so awkward that I attempted to block them out haha.

Anyway, contrary to popular belief, I don't expect a lot out of Valentine's Day. I liked it when I was single and I like it now that I have a boyfriend - I just like that it's a celebration of love, and I know you can argue all day long that it's all about spending money and false affection and that it makes single people feel left out... but I choose to disagree. (Then again, there are Valentine's Day stuffed animals being sold for $100, which in and of itself is pretty disgusting, but anyway...)

I have no idea what I'm doing Valentine's Day, and I don't care. This is possibly because I'm not a planner and I rarely ever know what I'm doing ahead of time, but I feel like most females have some idea of what will go down on this L-O-V-E day (every day's a love day, I know, let it be). Not me. But I know I'll probably hang out with Clay at some point, and that works for me. Honestly.

I did get a handmade Valentine, and it made me almost giddy. I'm such a twelve year old.