Valentine.
Honey, I will always say that I love you. Trust me when I say that I always believe it in that moment. But afterwards, I wonder if your love is too good for me. I smiled with you on so many nights as we breathed in the smoke from the burning leaves. I smiled with you, yes, but you always smiled FOR me. As much as we loved each other I always hated your smile, and that made me hate myself.
