For Troygal
He officially hated Valentine's Day.
Weeks of thinking of what to get her, then planning out the "best date ever," and then somehow surprising her even though she fished for hints constantly.
It was exhausting.
Every year he wondered why he didn't just get Shelley something simple, take her out to dinner and be done with it.
And every year at the end of the date when she'd smile her gigantic smile at him and tell him that she loved him and that it had been the best Valentine's Day ever.
And he'd think of all the ways he could top it the next year.