The origin of Valentine’s day is about as romantic as all of the February 14th’s of my past combined.

All because Saint Valentine defied his emperor Claudius II in the 1400s by helping people elope in secret behind his back, and getting sentenced to death in the process, we celebrate a Hallmark holiday to confess our love for the special person that we have in our life in his honor.

I never had a desire to long for someone on a simple day in the year just to simply call someone my Valentine, but no one that ever crossed my path would risk their life just to allow the people to marry the ones that they loved. So, I never participated and as the years drug on – it became just another Hallmark holiday I over looked and rejoiced with discount chocolate the next day.

Then here I am, watching your face light up over the small line drawing I did of us for our very first Valentine’s Day and I understood.

It was never about the Hallmark holiday that everyone made too big of a deal out of. It was a reminder to express the love you hold for those in your life. You didn’t want to celebrate to be like everyone else in the world, you wanted to celebrate to show how much you loved me in a grander way than the little things you do for me every day.

At the end of the night, I’m laying here in my bed wrapped up in the California king sized blanket that you got me and reminiscing about how loved you make me feel for the first time in my life.

If it was the 1400s, and it was illegal, I’d put my life on the line just to feel like this for the rest of our lives, no matter how short it may be.