Dear Chevron,

I don't get the point of Valentine's Day, knowing you, you don't either. Why would you put aside a special day to tell someone you love them?

But in case I don't tell you enough, I love you. Maybe it's just the oxytocin talking or maybe I'm drunk. I'm probably drunk, not that you of all people should have a problem with that (ah, fond memories).

I don't know if you've noticed but I've changed around you. I've become happier, open, free. I've changed for a woman who never wanted me to change and I love it. Because I know you'll love me no matter what.

As cheesy as it sounds, you're the light of my life, Chevron. You're my lover, my ally and my best friend.

Love, Adrian.