Dear Mavis, Roses are red, violets are fine, If I say “Pitoquinha,” will you be mine? Just remember, my love’s not a snack, It’s more like a lifetime supply of awkward comebacks. So, grab a seat and buckle up, it’s gonna be one wild ride! Yours sarcastically, Lucas
Dear Mavis, You’re like a Pitoquinha—sweet, a little nutty, and definitely something I’d never be able to pronounce properly. If love were a drink, you’d be the cocktail that makes me want to dance, even if my moves resemble a startled giraffe. Happy Valentine’s Day! Love, Lucas
Dear Gabriel, Happy Valentine’s Day! In the spirit of an adorable ‘cartinha,’ I wrote this letter like I’m in a telenovela—dramatic pauses and all. Spoiler alert: you’re the reason my heart does the cha-cha! If love is a game, you’ve definitely got the cheat codes.❤️
Dear Precious, You’re the milktea to my blue cat—irresistibly sweet but also somehow chaos incarnate. Just like Bob, my imaginary feline friend who only exists at 3 AM when I need a snack. Happy Valentine’s! Here’s to being delightfully weird together. Love, Caleb
Hey Mihuuu, just like my Owala bottle, I’m here to keep you refreshed! But unlike that water jug, I promise not to leak any embarrassing secrets—unless they’re about your obsession with pineapple on pizza. Happy Valentine’s Day, hydration enthusiast!
Dear &T&%, You’re the Ö’ to my – : a perfect blend of confusion and delight. Without you, I’d be just another text in my drafts—ignored, unloved, pixelated. So here’s to love, laughter, and not getting lost in translation. Happy Valentine’s Day! Love, ;B
Hey there, my love! Just wanted to say, “Hello, I love you!” — or as I like to call it, the classic duet of my affections. If my heart had a soundtrack, it’d totally be on repeat. Now, where’s my lunch? Love is hungry!
Hey Olívia, my little princess! If I had a dollar for every time I thought about how lucky I am to have you, I could buy you all the crowns in the world — but rest assured, they’d still be ugly compared to your beauty! Happy Valentine’s Day!
Happy Valentine’s Day, Nicoly! If love is like Taylor’s Eras Tour, then I must be stuck in the “I awkwardly admitted my crush” era. Let’s skip to the “happy couple” encore, shall we? Just remember, no one can understand my dance moves either.
Hey Filip, I thought we could amp up the romance this year. How about we redefine “Amor”? It’s Spanish for love… and also the sound my heart makes whenever I see you—or is that just indigestion? Either way, you’re my favorite case of heartburn! ❤️