WHAT YOU'VE BEEN DOING
You have been buying love at the day's exchange rate.
Somewhere, affection was turned into a commodity with a price that moves. Roses cost one thing in January and triple by the thirteenth of the month, not because the flowers changed but because the calendar did and someone was counting on you.
The whole racket runs on a single reliable spike, a day when affection is measured in stems and billed at a premium. It is a market. You've been trading in it.
Love has a spot price now. The way out is to stop trading by the day.