Wishing you were somehow here.
Though you may not be deep enough to understand me.
Though I've shed unnecessary tears for you.
Though you act like a jerk sometimes.
I still wish you are here with me.
Though I used to think you're a typical Casanova, I stand corrected today.
For beneath the surface of you face lies a gentle soul that is yet to be found.
A soul that can touch someone today.
A soul that can make me slip out of reality and fall into fantasy.
Happy Valentines Day.
With love,
Miss Deer.
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