Just because people who are happy seem to have this need to rub it in everyone else's faces. Like my roommate last year - "I GOT FLOWERS LOOOOOOOOK". No offense, I'm glad you're (almost wrote "your", phew) happy, it was just a bitter moment.
This Valentine's was actually good, I went with my flatmate to an anti-Valentine's day party where I fell in love with another gay guy, met his friend's rather attractive roommate, who invited me over to practice my Spanish some time... unfortunately my flatmate told me this story on the U-bahn that FREAKED ME OUT and I thought about it the whole way home and I'm scared to be alone now, literally, but it wasn't too bad otherwise.
Happy Valentine's Day!