The card is by my bed.
"Hugs and kisses for you...and as many squdges as I can get in."
I may have imagine it; or I might have wanted to hear it- but I thought i heard him whisper the dreaded 3 little words.
I think I read it in his face sometimes, the way he looks at me before we fall asleep.
Im his Valentine; and he, my lover.
I sometimes worry that he might actually love me and that i'll be forced to break that beautiful big heart of his.
It would be like killing a puppy.
I don't want to and I think I'm starting to fall for him too.
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