After my first Valentine’s day, overdone with a sparkly pink basket filled with chocolates and an embarrassing balloon that I kept stuffed in my locker all day, I quickly lost the desire for cheesy gifts. Back then, it was fun to carry around a sparkly pink basket, a visible sign that someone liked me, but as the need for that kind of validation diminishes outside of high school, my yearning for blatant Valentine’s Day gifts also dwindled. Even though I’m against the cheesy gifts,…
