Valentine’s Day

I saw a woman I liked. So I packaged myself up and made love to her. She chose me.

She chose me.

A long time later, on a sunny day, I unpackaged myself, and my heart was broken. She never put her hand on my heart. So I left her.

I went around, trying to put my hand on someone’s heart.

I couldn’t put my hand on anyone’s heart.

You can’t put your hand on a heart.

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