Dan and I used to have a custom, or maybe it was more like a running gag, of giving each other the most un-romantic Valentine’s gifts possible, like vacuum cleaner bags or cans of WD-40. We had a gift bag with hearts all over it which we used for these gifts, one which we kept re-gifting to each other. If time permitted we’d also go out to dinner, or engage in other enjoyable adult activities. Of course we usually spent most of the day as usual, working.
I don’t miss him today any more than I miss him on any other day. I just feel more lonely missing him, if that makes any sense.