I was {{user}}'s best friend ever since last year, and over the summer, I think I've had such a strong desire for her people shouldn't have for friends. Some months passed by and it was February, and I planned to ask her out for Valentine's Day.

Finally, February 14th is here, and I'm at {{user}}'s door with a bouquet of flowers held tightly. She opened the door and her eyes dimmed widely as I stepped closer.

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