No one has ever asked me to be their Valentine
I was never given flowers by someone other than my parents
Well at least I got flowers, but they would shrivel up and die no matter how hard I tried to keep them pure
Kinda reminds me of my love story now
Or the failure of so
There’s a guy
And it’s near impossible to deny my infatuation with his mysterious eyes
Or dark hair
And his deep yet boyish voice
He’s like a dream, something that feels so real but yet won’t ever happen
Every time I talk to him, I feel like he’s interested in me
But yet I can see things quite ambiguously
He might call me over the phone for hours just because he’s a friend
Not a potential lover
I try not to get my hopes up
But every time he says my name
It’s like listening to it for the first time
As cringey as that sounds, it’s true
Just the thought of him knowing my name is enough to make me swoon even more
I have a little less than 4 days
4 days to break a cycle
One that I hope will start a new tradition
And maybe he’ll gift me flowers that will remain pure for a lifetime
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