Another holiday that isn’t as important as it is dreaded.
It’s over
Love is all the days of the year
All the thoughts in my head
Songs I know you like I put in a mixed tape
I write you poetry and read it aloud to you
A smile, a warm feeling, a hug and contentment
I sleep and dream of holding hands.
Amanuensis Sobriquet-Reverie 
This is one holiday that is really hit or miss for us. Depends on how OLD we’re feeling on that day! rolls eyes…
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🙂 I used to care about the special days. Back when I was optimistic and enjoyed the mystery of a boyfriend. That was a long time ago.
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