Ah, Valentine’s Day. You can smell the fake, Hallmark influenced love in the air.

I hate this holiday. I actually have someone this year and I still hate it. I told him that I absolutely do not celebrate it and he actually agreed to not do anything Valentine related. He look a little hurt but nevertheless, he agreed.

So our Valentine plans consist of sitting at my house and watching horror movies all day.

“Hay Frank!” my wonderful boyfriend yelled when he walked into my house without knocking.

“Hey Gee!” I yelled back.

“So we’re just going to watch movies all day? Nothing else?” he asked.

“Yup!” I smiled as he came into my view. He will never seize to take my breath away when I see him. His hazel eyes looking into mine, his black hair, which framed his pale face beautifully, blowing behind him when he walked.

“Okay.” he smiled and pecked my lips as he sat down next to me on the couch.

We sent the rest of the night on the couch. The whole time I was think that he would do something all romantic like, but he didn’t… well, not until midnight.

At exactly twelve o’ clock Gerard sat up, turned the DVD player and TV off and pulled me up.

“What are you doing Gee?” I asked, yawning.

“Just come on.” he smiled and pulled me to the door. “You’ll see in just a few minutes.”

“Gee,” I wined, “it’s twelve in the morning, I’m cold, I’m tired, and I don’t want to be out here.” I said when he pulled me out the door. “This is a hostage situation!” I yelled.

“Shut up!” Gerard laughed. “You’re going to wake up the entire neighborhood.”

He pulled me all the way down to the bus station where we first met because we both fell asleep on the bus.

“Why are we here?” I asked.

“Oh, because I want you to marry me.” he said ever so casually and pulled a golden band out of his pocket and held it out to me. I nodded, unable to say anything, and he put the ring on my finger.

“You know what, Gerard.” I whispered as we began to dance to no music at all

“What babe?” he whispered.

“Maybe Valentine’s Day isn’t so bad.” I said.

“It’s not Valentine’s Day, it’s the day after.” he said. “You don’t like Valentine’s Day and I respect that, so I waited until very, very early in the morning on February 15th.” he smiled.

“You’re amazing.” I smiled, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” he whispered.