Thoughts of love are an inevitable thing this time of year for all of those who busy themselves with the February rituals of Valentine’s Day. I don’t mind telling you that I happen to be one of those people. There was a time not long ago when I was alone, and I longed for the day to find somebody to love — a girl whom I could call my own. I found that special somebody nearly seven years ago, and I’ve never let her go since then. What can I say? I’m a hopeless romantic. I’m also something of a sap if you really want to know the truth.
