All up in my heart...
The one day a year we pretend love is measured in roses, chocolate, and emotionally unstable texts in the dark.
Some people get flowers...chocolates and what not...the rest of us get character development and a reminder that healing is cheaper than dinner reservations.
One thing is certain however..
If its all bout' bein' choosable...?
With all the validity of my blood and tears YOU have been chosen by my heart that pumps them both.
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