[She upturns the box into her open palm and picks one of the three hearts that fall out, the blue one. It has something written on it, something cheesy, but it's not the point. She's not cheesy.

She shrugs when he asks.] It's a weird concept. If you love someone, fucking let them know every day. [She sifts through the box and finds a purple one that she flicks at him. (smile).]

Seems more like it's the cliché day of the year on which to feel sad for yourself if you're single.