Valentine's Day was never a complex sale for me; I always understood the power of love and the commercial marketing attached to it. My elementary school teachers never had to bribe me into making "I Love You" cards from my mom, and they would always blush when I asked for a little extra construction paper so that I could create cards for some of the girls at my school.
"I don't think you need to make cards for three different girls in this class," Miss Reynolds said to a young, confused 2nd-grade me, with sad eyes that peered over her square frames. "Just find one girl, trust me."
