Anyway, the general gist of my comment was that, while presents are fine and good, and chocolate is undeniably delicious, what I really remember from coupled-up Valentine’s days past is the stuff we did, not the stuff I got. So instead of stressing over a cliched gift, plan a secret midnight picnic, or get dressed to the nines and spend an afternoon walking hand-in-hand through your favorite small town, window-shopping and having one milkshake with two straws for lunch. Go to a restaurant you have both always wanted to try, sit in a coffee shop and people-watch for hours while sipping mochas and writing a poem together. Hike to a secluded spot in the woods to enjoy the beauty of nature. Because spending time together is really what Valentine’s day is about…well, spending time together and a dead saint.