Valentine’s Day can bring out the worst in me. And I have a hunch that I’m not the only one.
A ring will never give you your worth. It can only exist to remind you of something else.
He’s not your Ben Wyatt. He’s not your Nick Miller. He’s not your Ted Mosby. He’s not even your lobster. (Which is actually good, because Ross is kind of the worst. You and he agree on at least that much.)