Through 35 years of life, I've never been with someone on Valentines day. The few years where I was metaphorically "with" someone, I wasn't literally with them because apparently I'm addicted to long distance relationships. Naturally, I've always had animosity for this day.
For the first year in my life, I am happy today. Not because of romance, which I will most assuredly fail at for the rest of my corporeal existence, but because life is rad and even the worst day of the year can't possibly bring me down.
I have a rewarding career, an amazingly fun social circle, countless opportunities to make people's lives better through humanitarian volunteer work and a book coming out.
For the first time in life, I have a valentine. It's life.