PLEASE DON’T GET ME anything for Valentine’s Day. I mean it. I don’t need anything. I don’t need you to give me material things to show me how much you love me. I know you love me. That’s all that matters!
I mean, OK, if you really want to do something to show me you love me this Valentine’s Day, you can just make me something. Handmade gifts are the best! I would love nothing more than a thoughtful handmade Tiffany diamond ring or card.
If you do make me a card, you don’t have to write a love poem in it or anything like that. I don’t need all that mushy stuff. Besides, not many words rhyme with my name, Robin. Bobbin? No, that’s not good for a poem. Maybe try love. Dove ... glove ... in awe of ... I don’t want to put words in your mouth.
I for sure don’t need a pretty heart-shaped box of chocolates for Valentine’s Day. You never know what is inside each piece, so you have to take a little bite out of all of them just to find the one you like—which is all of them. But no, I can’t eat them anyway, because I’m trying to not eat sweets. Unless it’s a special occasion.
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