Here it is, an exercise in both redundancy and futility. The attempt to romance your significant other through tired, rehearsed methods, most popularly the purchase of mass produced chocolate, cards and commercial flowers. The day where women expect to be treated, the day where men expect to get laid. A day of "romance", however the romance is long since dead.

It is a tradition where men attempt to "make-up" for the wrongs they have caused their significant other and wrong them by expecting sexual intercourse. A tradition where women wrong their other through expectation of gifts and "make-up" for it by putting out at the end of the day.

It is a tradition tried, a tradition tested, and a tradition failed. The attempt to forcibly inject our lives with scheduled romance, not only going against the very notion of romance, but doing little more than supporting business.

This is valentines day; a day that should not exist, a day that should be both spontaneous and personal. It is instead both rehearsed and commercial. I am not saying every day should be Valentines day, but any day should be Valentines day; a day where you express love for your significant other on a whim, a simple "thanks for everything", a simple "I love you".

RIP.