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14/2/2021

Dearest Kiyoko,

My ribs are bruised from the constant pounding of my heart when I think of you.

You truly are a magnificent guardian angel sent to help me aren't you?

This morning I lay the rose I picked from the school garden on your desk, the petals already beginning to fall but I think it adds character.

A small smile graced your stunning face as your eyes shone, tears almost visible brewing on your lower lashes.

I saw your eyes meet his after school as you walked me to the gate. Why would you look at him? I'm right next to you, suffering, needing you and yet you have the audacity to glance at another man?

I'm sure you appreciated my flower, though perhaps you would enjoy it more if you knew it came from me.

Happy valentine's day.

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