I had a visitor last Valentine's day but I wasn't able to see him. I was roused very early in the morning of the 14th, around 3:14 AM. As I turned my head to look at the time, I smelled a man's perfume. It was very good but no young man will ever wear that scent. So my visitor must be an older guy with good taste. Then the smell of burnt chocolate pervaded my room.
I always knew he'd visit me on that very special day. And I'd like to assure him that I will remember him... always. Because the soul never forgets.
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Kells, is that who I think it is? Waaaaah. hehe..
I was gonna say that this is a creepy entry, but it's not. It's actually very sweet.<3 :)
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