I usually spend Valentine's Day with Desmond Hume. You know, from LOST. And Erica. Me, Desmond, Erica, and our couch. That's how it's been the last two years! And let me tell you, I only have fond memories of those nights.
Well, this year Erica is out of town and Jesse is IN town and Valentine's Day doesn't fall on a Wednesday. Oh, how the universe has triangulated to make me face this day! I mean, it's just another day. I told Jesse I didn't want to go out to eat because I don't think even I could stomach all the Valentine couples in the restaurants and streets. It's like a weird stigma of pressure to celebrate if you're in a couple. We are kind of just gross all the time; there's no need to designate a day.
We're not doing presents, but I told him I'd make him dinner and he's going to provide cocktails. Then we'll probably play backgammon or cribbage and watch Saturday Night Live, because we're also nearly eighty years old. But writing all that out just made me smile. Because we do what we do, and we love each other, and we smile together. We're happy. And we remember that every day, not just today - whether together or apart.