This image encapsulates everything I ever felt about Saint Valentine’s Day when I was that age.
“Yeah. I kinda like you. I like you a lot. I love you. Kinda. Now go away. Now come back. I still like you. Kinda. Don’t tell anybody. I hate you. Okay, not. Sorta. Go away. Come here. Yeah, I kinda like you.”
[Image and story found here, and it had nothing to do with Saint Valentine’s Day until now. Click on the image for full effect.]
Tacky Raccoons 