trouble with valentines day

  Her face crumbled after she got a taste of my hate for valentines day. Months of planning fancy trips to expensive restaurants to tuck into a £40 meal the size of palm under soft music and candle light all dissapeared when she seen my attention was far more focused on breaking the sticky cheese buds from the stem of my eight bag then hearing her waffling on about some shallow holiday.

  I wasn’t always like this she still remembers when the youthfulness of young love had me shaving every day, swapping rap music for slow jams and even massaging her feet from time to time. The trouble is she takes my lack of entusiasm for valentines day as some kind of kick to the groin and I’m sure she’s heard it all before “Babes man don’t need no stupid day to prove how much I love you yano i be doing that everyday.” Her eyes just roll back like the words that rolled of my tongue come straight out of the handbook for broke players.

  The trouble is she uses my efforts on valentines day as some kind of measurement of my love for her.