Most likely what I am going to tell you has not been correctly expressed in the attached illustration, I am sorry if I did not want to dedicate more hours to it.
I have always been a person very much in love with Valentine's Day, hearts, cupids, the color pink or red, roses, chocolates, lovecore and so on, but for some divine reason I never get to be the protagonist with another person in that experience.
What you can see in the image is me in kindergarten in a Valentine's Day exchange where no one wanted to exchange a chocolate bar with me in a school activity, I do not want to detail so as not to generate a lot of text and because it hurts me to remember it.
To this day there is always something that prevents me from making the day not only about me and the powerful loneliness that is so much talked about that one must learn to appreciate, self-love, that the best company is oneself and blah blah blah there is never an "us" on this day.
It's a day that I love, it's even my favorite date more than Halloween, Christmas or others and you can see that love in my art, my adopts from the day before yesterday but always on this day there is a part that hurts me.