Well -- quit whining and do something about it.
St. Valentine has been reported to have been from three separate places and there's two separate stories about why he's a saint. From wiki:
In 1969, as part of a larger effort to pare down the number of saint days of purely legendary origin, the Church removed St. Valentine's Day as an official holiday from its calendar. February 14 is now dedicated only to Saint Cyril and Saint Methodius.
Supposedly there's relics -- but from which one? Which story's the real one? The truth is obvious! None of them!
So, you're sitting here whining about a holiday about a fictional saint with a made up background that even the church has become ashamed of and dropped. Maybe it's perpetuated by those who are happily coupled. Maybe it's perpetuated by business. Who cares? It's in your hands now and here's what to do about it: Stop celebrating/acknowledging/whining about a fictional saint and start celebrating a real one -- Me!
You all know in your hearts that a day in which you're supposed to love someone else is hurtful and wrong. However, a day in which everyone loves me is the universe working the way it ought to.
Some of you will be hesitant to leave the comfort of your pain, gloom, and misery. You'll refuse to leave your little hidey hole and give up the fiction perpetuated by our society. As Henrik Ibsen put it, "The Devil is compromise!" As Robert LaFollette put it, "no loaf is better than half a loaf!" One and all, I've come to deliver this simple message. Learn it. Live it. Engrave it upon your soul.
Celebrate Philday -- it beats the hell out of the alternative!