3 beats, 7 beats, 11 beat.
Stop it my love, stop looking through my “empty” envelope, you’ll never know what’s hidden inside of it.It’s not all I have, but it can almost be.
11 beats, 15 beats, 22 beats and “my heart skipped a beat” is stupid; my heart skips beats for you my love, and it skips more 4 beats everytime a word of love is mentioned.
I’m begging you not to throw that envelope away, for the sake of my lost, desperate, and uncountable heartbeats.
My love for you is infinite, and it’s not Cupid’s arrow, it’s you.
I wish I was with you now, I wish I could tell you what “was” in this cheesy envelope, I wish to see you smiling at the little girl standing before your eyes, gather her scattered heartbeats off the ground then sprinkle them over our heads and let the world know how crazy we are.
Those broken heartbeats were my promise to you, a step toward an endless road where there is only you and I.
The reason why I’ve sent you my heartbeats instead of my heart is because I wanted you to know that they are my promise to you, I wanted you to come to steal it yourself, I wanted to see your handsome face.Those 100 beats, 1000 beats, 1000000 beats are my love song to you and a step toward an almost happy ending when my heart’s going to be your slave for good.
Maybe according to Cupid’s love rules I should’ve sent you my heart, maybe the jury of love finds me guilty, but if you don’t mind it my dear, why should I care?
Sorry Cupid, sorry to disobey you on Valentine’s day………
Until next time,
The Unknown Guilty Lover.