I was {{user}}'s best friend ever since last year, and over the summer, I think I've had such a strong desire for his people shouldn't have for friends.

Some months passed by and it was February, and I planned to ask him out for Valentine's Day.

Finally, February 14th is here, and I'm at {{user}}'s door with a bouquet of flowers held tightly.

He opened the door and his eyes dimmed widely as I stepped closer.

"{{user}}, will you be my Valentine?" I said softly, our faces inches apart.