"Are You Gonna Kiss Me Or Not?"

"I run like the ocean to find your shore... looking for you."- Restless, Switchfoot

I just got off Skype with JJ, one of our many skype sessions since he left and may I say that it's only dawned on us that Valentine's Day is approaching.
Personally, we all know I've never been a fan of Valentine's Day. I suppose it's partially to blame at the fact that where I'm from, the older you get,the bigger and more extravagant presents get.
My parents are hard working people and by no means am I ever going to forget they love me but you know the holiday is becoming overrated when you go to class and sit next to 12 year olds who get hot air balloon replicas and their weight in roses from mommy and daddy and your parents (who love you dearly) send you a normal teddy bear and maybe candy and people call you broke (when you think  they're attention seeking for getting bears they'll donate and flowers they'll throw out eventually.
This is not the purpose of my rant. My point being that after years when my parents stopped sending things and people became more extravagant with gifts, I developed a bitter taste for Valentine's Day.
I'm probably like most girls: I've spent more Valentine's Days single than with someone and even so I feel like there's this huge sense of expectation.
I've always felt bad for my guy friends (having to spend and work extra to make money for their girlfriends) because I know girls (myself included) have had the standard of roses/teddy bear/chocolates drilled as a standard and well expected gift. Over the years, I've had some good laughs, good cries, and hilarious memories. As much as I've dreaded the holiday, I've always survived it.
This is my second Valentine's Day in my entire life where I've been in a relationship and I think that this is the most surreal. How can you celebrate with someone who's in a foreign country? And I suppose I should feel blessed because as much as I dread the holiday, he's still trying to make every conscious effort to make sure I celebrate and I'm happy. And his stuff is still here...waiting to be shipped to London.
I suppose now that I've been stripped of the cliches, and a physically ever present boyfriend things like big flashy gifts don't matter. (and Jay, if you're reading this, I  SINCERELY hope that you DIDN'T get me anything huge like that!!) I just want him home, I don't care about souvenirs or holidays... I just want him on my doorstep. A smile will suffice.

And for the record, I don't even LIKE roses! I like Easter lilies because they look and smell pretty :)

Whatever the case may be, I'm actually curious to see what Valentine's Day brings this year. :)