I couldn’t think of a gift off the top of my head
So I decided to tell you a story instead….
Once upon a time there was a girl with a broken heart
Bear with me, I know this isn’t a very happy start
But this girl, she was broken for quite a while
She needed to mend herself so being single became her style
She locked up her heart and threw away the key
A lot of time passed before she realized that wasn’t the way to be
She wanted a change but didn’t know where to start
She began to wonder if she could ever unlock her heart
So she decided to let her guard down and just go with the flow
Until one night she put on a black dress and went to Toads for a show
She had some drinks and the night was like any other
Except she mustered up some courage and asked a boy for his number
They started talking and a few weeks later went on their first date
She was excited and then nervous because she was running pretty late
Thankfully he didn’t think her tardiness was all that rude
But the kitchen was closed so he couldn’t order any food
They had some drinks and talked for quite a while
He had on a plaid shirt and had such a handsome smile
He suggested they actually get dinner sometime
And the thought of seeing him again suited her just fine
She unlocked her heart and freed up some room
And over the next few months their relationship began to bloom
They have the perfect balance of normal and weird
And sometimes he even lets her play with his very long beard
Getting to know him has truly been such a treat
He is kind, talented, smart, and sweet
So do you remember that broken girl from before?
Well these days she couldn’t ask for anything more
Being with him has challenged her in such a positive way
So she wrote this for their first Valentine’s Day

We met and I was instantly vulnerable.  Ungracefully and utterly vulnerable.  Your calloused hands were my favorite things to hold and god, I wish I was in your arms. For awhile, you found constant beauty in my chaos.  Now you're searching for beauty everywhere that doesn't involve me. You say you're gone, but I call *******.  I see you in every dream, I hear you in every song, I feel you throughout every memory and I swear I still taste your lips.  You left and told me to leave you alone but it's hard to let go with your hands locked around my wrists.  No force in this universe could stop me from loving you but ******* I wish gravity could bring my heart back.  I count the days you aren't here and every day I pray you choose to end this streak.  And I have always called you "home" but homes burn down everyday.  Ours was bound to eventually.  I just wish we could have salvaged what we had opposed to it all becoming ashes.  You broke every promise to me other than the one you made when you swore you wouldn't come back.  Hopefully you follow suit and break that promise too