Valentine’s Day is probably my least favorite holiday. I have long considered it as just some fictious day created to sell chocolates and greeting cards. In fact, it is one I don’t really consider a real holiday despite the hype telling me otherwise. Maybe it was because this day was not one that gave me fond memories as a child. While other kids eagerly made little containers bedecked with hearts to collect love notes and boxes of conversation hearts from their classmates, I was trying to come up with a way to miss school.