My mind goes weak at the thought of you. I’ve only known you for a couple weeks so the broader view of this situation isn’t visible yet. I’ll give all possible love to offer you. Through blood and sweat and tears, my love. Attempting to remove our fears and rise above stupid **** that will try to hold us back. I’ll admit that I’ve been mentally attacked in the past by a ***** named Heather, so my trust issues sore higher than ever. Also, my confidence levels at rock bottom, but whatever. I’ve never found a good person, but I’ve sought em’ and you seem just like the type of uncommon person that’s willing to blossom into something amazing we don’t see very often, creating an awesome relationship... something I’ve never gotten, but been wanting. I really hope that we are more than just compatible. The thought that a guy like me can make you happy is magical. Since meeting up with you, I have truly been blessed. Now I fantasize and long for your head on my chest. I’m seeing clearly. I’m happy. I’m not love blind. I know that I love you throughout my heart and mind. I want to be there to cure your loneliness. You’ve actually removed all of my strife. Please continue to wriggle your way straight into my life. You’ve removed the darkness and showed me where the sun shines. Now I ask you the question:

“Will you be my Valentine?”