When I was a kid, I enjoyed Valentine’s Day. It meant that I could give people things that expressed my platonic love for them. It gave me a chance to make or buy little cards with little messages of affection that we’d all put in each other’s handmade mailboxes on our desks. It was great to be able to share that with my friends from school. What could possibly be better than a day that dedicated to celebrating all the people that you love? Unfortunately, my feelings toward the holiday have gotten more complicated as I’ve gotten older. Read the full essay at Equally Wed!