I loathe Valentine’s Day, no, I downright despise it. This year, it feels like it's on steroids. But I refuse to let it get the better of me. There's only one solution: escape. I manage to persuade my best friend, Coop, to ditch England and embark on a trip to a secluded Canadian village. The place looked charming in the brochure, and surely, a small haven in the middle of nowhere won't succumb to Valentine’s madness, right? Here's hoping the weather gods are on our side.
Do I hate Valentine’s Day? Nah, not really. Do I jump on the Valentine’s boycott train with my bestie? Hell, yes! I'd do anything for her. Lizzie and I have been friends for donkey's years. Just friends. Honestly, I wish she'd see me as more, but she's made it clear—I'm stuck in the friend zone. Is it messing with my head? You bet. Am I steering clear of her? No way. I need her in my life, taking whatever she’s willing to give. So, here I am, stuck in my own Valentine’s purgatory, heading on a trip with the woman I love, even though she doesn't feel the same way.