As far back as I can remember, I have always hated Valentine's Day. I have either been single or gotten dumped on Cupid's stupid holiday, so it's understandable that I have come to find February 14th as just another day.
After being with my wife for seven years, I broke down last year and bought her a diamond necklace. Today when we had our morning chat as she drove to work, she reminded me of the shiny rock I got her last year. She then asked what I was planning for her this year. I told her I would write her another poem like the one I read to her on the air for our most recent anniversary.