Was it just me or did you feel it too,
the silence between us talking,
eyes seeing through the masquerade,
the butterflies flying about inside.
Was it true or just a charade,
the constant fighting and teasing,
giggling at the silliest of jokes,
the way you drew near.
I fell for you and now it hurts,
groping for myself, now I search,
I love you for what you were,
but I hate you for you never will be, my valentine..
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