I once met a boy born on Valentines’ Day.
A boy with love practically built in his veins.
But after 3 years of an on again off again heart wrenching relationship, he told me falling in love with me was the worst decision he had ever made.
As if you choose who you fall in love with.
I once met a boy born near Valentines’ Day.
A boy who was more timid than the one before him in some ways.
A boy who may have not had love blazing through his veins
but a boy who had plenty of love in his heart,
and after 2 years of fighting and making up and fighting and making up, together we still stand. better than ever. closer than ever.
He still tells me loves me every night before we sleep,
and most importantly after 2 years of being together he still tells me that falling in love with me was the best thing that ever happened to him.
Falling in love isn't a choice, but that doesn't make it any less real or magical.

the fact your birthday happens to be on the day of love is no coincidence
it wasn’t a mistake, it was fate.
A sign to the whole world how much love you were capable of giving out.
An outward sign to look a little deeper,
to show the world the outside view of you was just the tip of the iceberg
with more depth than the ocean and more facets than the worlds most expensive diamond
but like the ocean and a “girls best friend” you were scary and cruel at times.
Some days you were so cold you stole the breath from my lungs
and other days you brought the color to my cheeks.
Being born on the day of love must have given you the power to give and take away love in the blink of an eye.

Mirrors and other shiny objects are said to have reflective properties.
But we disregard the most reflective thing.
Humans.
Emotions.
Personalities.
Mannerisms.
Another person can show you your reflection better than any mirror.