You know who you are. Your brain and sense of humor working overtime most days, taunting me and then you send me this:
"a grim, but ultimately encouraging valentine's day sonnet excerpt"
"...O benefit of ill! now I find true
That better is by evil still made better;
And ruin'd love, when it is built anew,
Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.
So I return rebuked to my content
And gain by ill thrice more than I have spent."
-- Billy Shakespeare
I cant tell you how many times I have read this. I even called my uber-smaht english-teacher-fellow-kazoo-girl friend for help determining the meaning. She even told me what number sonnet this is (of course she did!!). I didnt want to make any assumptions as well as make sure I was right in thinking it was a sweet gesture on your part.
I adore you!