Sometimes, I'm green with
envy.

Hoping that someone will appreciate me
for who I am too.

A boy who won't kill me if I pout too
much when I'm sad,

when I get angry and feel like
slamdunking him,

when I'm making him smile and he makes
an effort to make a lopsided one.

Someone who will love me even though
his math grade can double that of mine;

who will read through every single
story that I wrote patiently,and summarise them for me.

Who will tell me I'm a good girl and
says it from the bottom of his heart.

Someone who makes me the first and last person

he thinks of before turning in.

Not just any other superficial Y Chromosome.

Yeah, I'm in such a fantastic mood for
happyvalentines.

Isn't it good to be loved. To be loved..

from the bottomest of the bottomest of
the bottomest of someone's heart.