Hate admitting it, but most of what’s below is true. Keith does indeed know me well.
You know it’s me that you secretly desire to take on your romantic winter getaway. Because I am your Valentine.
I’m your Valentine, because….
I’ve seen you at your worst and I still love you.
I’ve seen you when you looked like an old hag (literally) and I still love you.
You’ve tried to set-up me up with the male waiter (even though you know I am not gay) and I still love you.
You’ve flirted with my brother and I still love you.
I don’t think, I know your crazy and I still love you.
I’ve listened to your neurotic rants and I still love you.
I know all your eccentric quirks and I still love you.
And last, but not least, because I know you’ve secretly been dying to be dating someone in the winter for years as you’ve always wanted to do a moonlit fondue and snowshoe date. It’s your idea of romance at it’s best.
You deserve for that date to be with someone you love.
And besides, you know you like kissing me!