I Love you. And because i do, i've learnt to love your flaws more than your talents. Not because we do the wildest things, but because even if we remained silent, i'd still want it to last forever. I love everything about you. I love the way you do your hair, how your hand and mine seems to fit perfectly. I love that sudden flicker of shock in your face when i almost trip, before we both burst out laughing. I love how no matter how oddly mismatched i look, you would still walk proudly beside me and squeeze my hand tightly. I love how you seem to slowly love the same things as i do, and vice versa. Where are you my secret valentine?
tre arty
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