Honto choco on a Saturday morning

I honestly didn’t expect anything from the kangaroo on Valentine’s Day. It’s become kind of embarrassing to celebrate, especially in the land of giri choco (obligation chocolate) where it’s more work-related and only teenagers give honto choco (sincere/romantic chocolate).

But I secretly love receiving flowers and chocolate from the kangaroo and it’s especially sweet when he’s on the road with a million things to do.

Aww… It’s probably the most cutesy ensemble he’s got me so far. In our first year doing long distance, he got me two bouquets — one for the office and one for home. I was very spoiled, I know. But I’m glad there’s still some romance going on in our five-and-a-half-year relationship.

The kangaroo once told me that he would never forget Valentine’s Day whether or not his girlfriend is into it or not. Apparently a very ex-girlfriend gave him hell for not getting her something despite pooh-poohing the whole concept.

My stand on it is, yes, it’s a commercialized day where retailers laugh all the way to the bank and dumb consumers fall for everything red, fluffy, and saccharine. But if it means getting a little za-za-zoo in your gut from a long-time lover, I’m all for it.

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