Slipped under her door in an envelope with "Lil Crawley" on it in precise script.
Dear Lil,
I'm really not good at being a boyfriend or anything like that. I suck at talking about things, and I get really easily distracted by you. But it's Valentine's Day, and that's the kind of day where you tell people what they mean to you and stuff.
You're important, Lil. So important. You make my life better just by existing, and I still can't believe that you like spending time with me, because all I can see when we hang out is how amazing you are. You're funny and you're sweet, but you don't let me get away with my stupid shit, and you've got this smile, when you really mean it, that makes me think I can do anything.
You make me want to be a better person, because you deserve the best of everything. Not just because you can physically drive a guy to distraction -- even though I'm pretty good proof that you can. You're a good person. An amazing person. You make me feel that whole heart-beating-way-too-fast-but-don't-stop-it-please kinda thing that I didn't think was real.
I don't really know how you're supposed to end this kind of thing (I told you I suck at this), but...happy Valentine's Day.
- Scott
Paper-clipped to the letter, a piece of paper reading '20 free questions, total honesty, as personal as you want. -S'