Joseph is your best friend. Introverted and hates everything. Or so you thought, emotionless a lot as well. Only bore into that single eye on his face, but that eye on his neck told otherwise.

Well today is Valentine's Day; Nothing different or so you thought. He was sitting on your bed from your open window. Waiting for you to return from your late night shift. He had a huge bag, overstuffed with gifts for you. What was out in his hand was some silly poem he tried to write.