What I'm trying to say, and I'm sure you already know this, is that I love you. Hope you all get a chance to hug the ones you love and eat lots of chocolate. Not the waxy crap they put in heart-shaped boxes, but some goooooood stuff. The kind that Cupid shoots in his majestic chocolate arrow straight into your heart causing you to shout "Cacao!!!" in your last endorphin-bliss-induced dying breath. (That happens, right?) A little wine/champagne/sparkling cider never hurt nobody neither.
And here's one Smiths-inspired valentine for good measure:
