For most of my life, there have been two certainties about Valentines Day: I will not have a date, and my father will send me a jumbo box of chocolates. Dad moved away when I was a kid, a few years after my parents split. I knew him then as a workaholic who sometimes had to be reminded of my birthday — but he never forgot February 14. As a child, although I never minded getting candy, Dad's Valentine gift made me a bit sad because it left me wanting more. It reminded me how much I wanted his presence — not just his presents.