Guest Writer 
Dear Ana Rose,
It seems alluring and enticing yet at the same time destructive, be madly “head over heels” yet still basically commanding. My array of experience and knowledge all flustered in your wake; I cannot distinguish whether I am in love or surrounded by your passion, I cannot think for myself; but I can most definitely feel you.
Like a small innocent lass strolling over the meadows of the academe be suddenly grasp by a gentleman of twisted thinking such as myself; be able to cater a woman baring your sweetness and authority. I may have been quite good at leading both of us to where we are right now; but as we continue our journey it is proving more and more auspicious that my decision to do so; despite what others say, despite what you say, even against the proper period to do so, I still choose to go with this Pink Rose.
As conflict arises I would always arrive at the single most dependable decision to further stop any more harm to either of us, but I cannot say for sure why I am binded to you; like some sort of video-game fantasy wherein the hero is cursed by a lovely witch of unparalleled beauty. I could not break away from you. What have you done to me?
The seconds of our instances are just so memorable and warm; It is to the point where I can literally stop my bravado and just be plain weak and open; this kind of feeling is so liberating and tranquil. This could be the very definition of “home” that everybody is so eager to find, here in this world for of misfits and lecherous individuals.
I cannot beckon, I cannot think, nor can I come up, with a term that could best describe how I feel for you. But only you can stir up my emotions like this. Only you have the sole ability to lead to ruin and melancholy. To gamble myself, To prove that loving you, Ana Rose was never a risk.
I have the ability to rid you of your sadness
I have the intellect to put you upwards
I have the necessary skill to keep this going
I am the valentine of the many men that has presented themselves to you
I am Arrogantly Confident.
Love,
Confidence
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To our sender, happy birthday! May your love for Ana Rose be old fashioned enough to last forever.
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