So my Valentine’s Day has included school, work, furiously writing another paper and a fancy dinner of In-N-Out for one.
But that’s okay. Would I have like to go to Meals by Genet for a romantic dinner? Of course. But it’s cool. I’m furiously writing said paper in bed next to my person. And you know what? That is enough.
P.s. I made him this card. And he wrote me a poem. Good things.
