Will You Be My Valentine?????

No awkward dates, just words and vibes.

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Sooo… Valentine’s Day Here. Again.

And I could spend it third-wheeling happy couples, aggressively pretending I love being single, or inhaling an unhealthy amount of chocolate while watching To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before for the 67th time.

Or… I could just do the logical thing and ask you to be my Valentine.

Will you please be my Valentine?????? 🥺💘

But wait—plot twist—you already are. (I Think..)

Yes, you. Reading this. Showing up for my words. Laughing (I hope), relating, maybe even commenting. You are the real Valentine here.

Because let’s be honest—what’s a writer without a reader?

Every time I overshare on the internet, every time I post something, I instantly think, Oh god, should I have kept that in my drafts? Every time I go on an emotional tangent about life, love, and the tragic disappearance of pocket-sized Dairy Milk chocolates, you’re there.

Reading. Supporting. Nodding along like, Yeah, same.

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