As I get older, I get more cynical about Valentine's Day. It seems to be a holiday for the newly in-love. For us older people, well, hey, if you're still bumming around the house with me, I'm assuming you love me. I don't need a $100 bunch or roses or a $2 card for that matter to prove it.
So here's a treat, an ode to non-Valentine's Day, from Morrissey, of course. "Tell me, tell me that you love me. Oh, I know you don't mean it."
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