I was just thinking about my favorite valentine's memory. Has to be back when I lived in England and was working at a bar in Oxford. On my arrival that crisp english morning, there was an envelope with my name on it. No one knew who left it. Inside was a handmade valentine. For a lonely guy, far from home - that little gesture sure made my day (if not my week). I never did find out who sent it, but it's a valentines day I won't forget.
As much of a made-up, commercialized day that this has become, maybe it at least serves as a reminder to us to let the people who mean the most to us know exactly that. Just don't wait till the next valentine's day to tell them again.