Valentine

The loveliest man you’ll ever meet is a Valentine.
Valentine’s are always real sensitive (not in the tedious way; about what upsets/bothers you) and considers just about anything you tell him.
He’s perfect at. Well. Everything and anything, but will straight-up deny it. Sometimes it feels like he’d hurdle you off a cliff, if it was you or confessing he’s really amazing as you put.
He’s also really. Really. Really pretty. Like, it’s not even fair. And he’s also got a cool sense of fashion.

Person I: Did you SEE that guy?
Person II: Yeah, I did. Looks nice.
Person I: Eugh, his clothes were tacky. Such a Valentine.