I’ve always viewed Valentine’s day to be a sappy, almost sickly sweet holiday. Of course I had to take the road less traveled and toughen up my v-day outfit to offset the saccharine emanating from everyone around me. Don’t get it twisted though. I’m madly in love with my man. It’s been two years and counting with the boyf, and words can’t explain the way he makes me feel when he looks at me or when he grabs my hand as we’re walking through the mall. He accepts all my funky quirks, like the fact that I love length-wise cut pickles but not the round kind, or that I eat hot cheetoes with a fork. He has always accepted who I am as an individual and loves every part of me unconditionally. He’s the most incredible person I have ever met, and I am so fortunate to be a part of his life. There’s a pretty good chance that he’ll be my sweetheart forever.
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