"This Valentine's Day, Give Her Something She Really Wants: Love, and Carpeting for Those Creaky Stairs" i've been lost in this dream for days and there's no sure way out because around every corner and behind every wall there's an obstacle i can't get past and i'm losing sanity slowly but surely. i can't progress in a forward motion; it's always one step forward -- one step forward and two flights of stairs back, and i fall to the ground with a thud. i've done what i know how to do and i'm sure i can do more but i don't know what to do to make you see that you're absolutely everything to me. we don't know each other and we've never even hugged but i feel a connection deep down; maybe you feel it, too, but you're afraid. don't be afraid. maybe it's just my broken heart trying to heal or maybe i'm trying to give my heart away too soon; but rest assured i feel everything for you and i want you to feel it, too -- there's no better feeling than to be loved. there's no pain greater than loving someone who won't return the feeling -- it's a tragedy. i've tried to make you see me and make my point known but it's like you don't hear me or see the things i've shown. there comes a time and place for lies and deceit in the most-serious of situations but there's never a time to lead someone on and play with their heart, to make them feel as though something is there only to strike them down with a brunt attack and bury their hopes, bury their heart -- bury their everything -- beneath six feet of earth. but maybe i'm moving too fast and thinking of the worst-possible situation; and yet when i think of the things fast-approaching i dream of endless summer nights where we could stay up talking, listening to our favorite songs and quoting lines from those past memories that we love -- that brings a smile to my face. you said you'd be my valentine but i'm wondering if you said that out of pity; pity for someone who can't do anything right, who can't even talk to you when he sees you in person but has so many things to say to you and to tell you that he could write a book and title it "for an angel." maybe a dozen long-stemmed roses will change your mind or the dinner we'll share together on the most-romantic of days; but if it doesn't prove how much i want to be with you, i've only got my words and a kiss to end the night. those moonlit summer skies look so beautiful and your face is shining in the light but they'll never happen if i keep moving one step forward and two flights of stairs back. i'm spilling my heart and you don't even see me; don't be afraid because i'll be here to hold you when you're scared.
No problem. It really did seem to just have a personal feel to it. I can't say why exactly, but the whole thing just didn't seem like it could be fake.