One day I looked at you, and it suddenly occurred to me how beautiful your smile was. I heard music in your laughter; I saw poetry in your words. You asked me why I had that look on my face, as though a shadow had fallen across its sun-drenched landscape, heavy with premonition, dark with revolution. The second I tried to tell myself I wasn't in love was the moment I realized I was.
- Lang Leav
To everyone from 2017 who read the original "My Valentine" and to everyone who's been there since.
~N