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Valentine I Wish I Would Get:
Dearest Brianna,
It feels as though it's been weeks since I heard your voice when in reality it hasn't even been one week. And now it's Valentine's Day. And I know how you feel about Valentine's Day, so for I'll count the cliches for you when they come up.
You mean the world to me (1). No joke. If it came down to whether I would want you or the world, well, you would be more portable.
I can't imagine myself with anyone else but you (2) although if Angelina Jolie came calling, I might have to go running. We have to have our principles here and I figure if I tell you in advance, you won't be able to argue with me when it happens.
In short, love, let's go have adventures and make the most out of life (3).
I love you, happy Valentine's day.
Love,
Random Imaginary (preferably British) Gentleman
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Valentine I Wish I Would Send:
Dear love,
Yesterday I started writing thank you notes for the presents I got for Christmas, and because you know me so well, you're going to keep your mouth shut about thank you notes being most effective when they come right after the holiday they belong to... Anyway, the point is that because I'm kind of in a more thankful mood than I usually am, this will probably end up being a thank you note rather than a love letter, so I apologize if you were getting your hopes up.
Thank you.
Thank you for understanding me enough to know that you have to let me ride the shopping cart in the parking lot, and if you don't I'll probably pout. Thank you for letting me drag you down every single aisle in the grocery store because it amuses me.
Thank you for letting me play. It's taken me a really long time to find someone like you who is willing to let me play. You once told me that you didn't see the point in becoming an adult if you couldn't be childish sometimes, and I'm pretty sure that that's when I fell for you. And the best part is, you don't just let me play, you join in. You pun with me, and I love that about you. I was always afraid that I would end up with someone who would crush my soul and force me to write stuffy poetry, but you make me want to go on adventures with you and stay up all night eating candy.
Thank you for using British-isms and/or being British yourself. You know that that's exactly what I love, and you use it to your advantage. It's perfect. Seriously. Don't ever stop. And thank you for understanding that if David Tennant comes into my life, I will leave you. And even if you don't really understand, thank you for allowing that this is a reality.
Thank you for kissing me to shut me up when I'm on a rant. Oh wait. That's me. Um. Well, thank you for letting me kiss you to shut you up? :^P
Thank you for writing to me. I've always had a list of things that I would want my perfect man to be and do, and writing to me is up there. I love the letters and the postcards and the e-mails, I love that we're in contact outside of text messages because I have to admit that I love reading the words that you physically wrote on a piece of paper for me. It's kinda awesome. You don't have to write me poetry, but I love that you do, it makes me melt.
Thank you for supporting me, especially when I'm being irrational. Thank you for holding me and calming my panic especially when you don't understand what the big deal is anyway. Because I know it's dumb. And I know that I worry without reason, but sometimes it's just something I need to do. Thank you for being there.
Thank you for not giving up on me.
Love,
Brianna
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!
To all the lovers, to all the romantics, to all those looking for love, or to those who have lost it, may you have a wonderful day full of sunshine and warmth. And don't forget about discounted candy tomorrow!
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PROMPT:
Write your own valentine you wish you would send or receive!
"I'll love you, dear, I'll love you till China and Africa meet and the river jumps over the mountain and the salmon sing in the street."
- W.H. Auden
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