Valentione's Day Love Letter Contest Entry Thread

This is the thread to post your entry for the FINAL FANTASY XIV Valentione's Day Love Letter Contest (NA).

Please first refer to the FINAL FANTASY XIV Valentione's Day Love Letter Contest (NA) official rules and guidelines. Once you have read all of the official details, you can enter the contest by posting as a reply to this thread.

Dear War Wolf,
Ifrit is Red
Goobbue's are Blue
Would you be my Snurble?
because I wuv you

-Demi

To my dear Rin Maimhov,

No need to say it, I know what you're feeling. You spin your wheel moon after moon, hoping to spin straw into silk. Only a bloody fool would believe the fairy tales, yet your wheel still spins. Nymeia would be curious, as am I. I am but an admirer, watching you night after night, needle in hand... your soft fingers spinning threads finer than silk that tug on the strings of my heart as my feelings for you spin round in my head. I often lose myself and prick my fingertips as I watch, but still, I love you, Rinh Maimhov. Always have, always will.

Love,
Arla Lakhuna

Popo, popori
I studder your name
Like your fumbling
Bringing the guild to shame

Popo, popori
Your focused, red eyes
Glistens with passion
The pugilist for me

Popo, popori
Drilling and drilling
And lost your sight
Practicing misery

Popo, popori
When will you notice me?!

Love, unlisted pugilist

Dear Kikichua,

Alas, I have finally found the courage to write to you. Every day for nearly a year, I sought some sort of push to nudge me past this hurdle, and when I heard of Valentoine Day’s soon approach, I took to pen and paper as quickly as I could. Even if you are to never reciprocate the feelings I have for you, I will at least be calmed to have tried.

And now for my declaration:
I’m in love with you, Kikichua, with all my heart. Cooking too, has never been a forte of mine, but if you accept me, we can both learn together from the Culinarian’s Guild. And mayhap next Valentione’s Day, bake heart-shaped sweets of love for one another.

To be yours truly,
Lissandra Heartwine

My Dearest Cid,

From the moment I gazed upon you in the Hall of Immortal Flames muttering the words "meteor", a meteor of love collided with my heart.

I cherished all the times I was able to be by your side, but those were just mere minutes; however, I will look back at them fondly when I drift into slumber at the inn. I wish I had the strength and courage to tell you my feeling in person, but for now quill and parchment will have to do.

I pray though that all is well with you, and you are able to banish the ghosts of your past.

Until we meet again with all my heart,

Carletta

At a moment's gaze the plate was filled

With food of love and hands unreal

I came with fish, you came with pan

In time we exchanged both in hand

The kitchen was swell and filled with laughter

Never to shadow our idle chatter

After each meal I would leave on time

To come back the next day was my only crime

A faithful fisherman of the Limsa sea

You would always make time to cook for me

Maybe one day you will catch me looking

I love you my dear Prudentia...

...but not as much as I love your cooking :o

My dearest Ifrit,

My heart is awash with love this Valentoine's Day, and you have lit a flame that has quite literally stirred it.
I remember that day so many months ago when I stumbled into your realm, lusting after treasure. But the treasure I found was you. I remember fondly the look we gave each-other, and I knew an unbreakable connection was made between us in that moment while I drew my bow and you annihilated my allies.

I knew then that I was in love.
I never quite knew how to approach you though, often watching from afar, writing little Bloodletters to you in the hopes that you might notice me. But you had no time for me. You only cared for him. My allies said it was because he had the most hate, but I knew that it was not hate that was the problem, but love. But now, I'm just saying it straight.

I love you, Ifrit. I love you more than a Goobbue loves eating Lalafells. I know we have had our ups and downs, you've taken your fair share of swipes at me, I've said my fair share of rude things about you, but I know that I will keep coming back, hoping that one day I might find your heart in that chest, or find some meaning in the Dark Matter you so fondly give me.
But for now, I shall watch from afar, forever holding onto the bow you gave me when I last saw you.
I love you, Ifrit. And I hope that one day, you will love me in return.
Kitensa Fox.


P.S. Leviathan sucks.

Dearest Mutamix Bubblypots,

From the first day we spoke, I knew you were the one. Like a snurble someone would find in an alley with a broken tail and a smell you just can't get rid of no matter how many times you wash it, I found you unique and adorable. And although our love may never be, my hopes of us one day breaking out of our stereotypes of "NPC" and "PC" will never cease. To one day have a real conversation with you, to tell you my feelings in /say, and to hear your response in /shout! Of these things I have come to want, and I have admittedly just found the courage to write you this letter in the hopes that someday you will find yourself able to read English and respond.
While under normal circumstances a woman might want to be the only speaking partner in a relationship, I just can't bring myself to continue this way. I must hear you say that you love me as well! The very few words you do say have kept me sane in dark times and have brought me closer to you. The more I pour over what you say again and again, I begin to seek the alternate meanings of your words and realize just how intellectual and deep you really are.
You mustn't really mean "Using special joiny-tool not for unstront of bladder" when you say it. I can see past your unkempt appearances and simple speak you sly gob! When you say those words, you are speaking of the hypocrisy of society and its nature to appear to be more than what we truly are inside. The darkness in each of us, the light we all strive to blossom and the struggle of life. To which I reply, "Yes, using special joiny-tool makie all stonyshine super." My rebuttal to your ironic, yet well stated phrase.
I will leave you with those words to ponder, as I have yours for so long...
I submit this letter to you, Mutamix, and to the twelve in the hopes that someday our lives may be enriched with the blessing of more. More words, more stories, and more understanding of two very different, but very in love "PC's"

Yours Truly,

Doctor Mog

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Dearest Mutamix Bubblypots,

From the first day we spoke, I knew you were the one. Like a snurble someone would find in an alley with a broken tail and a smell you just can't get rid of no matter how many times you wash it, I found you unique and adorable. And although our love may never be, my hopes of us one day breaking out of our stereotypes of "NPC" and "PC" will never cease. To one day have a real conversation with you, to tell you my feelings in /say, and to hear your response in /shout! Of these things I have come to want, and I have admittedly just found the courage to write you this letter in the hopes that someday you will find yourself able to read English and respond.

While under normal circumstances a woman might want to be the only speaking partner in a relationship, I just can't bring myself to continue this way. I must hear you say that you love me as well! The very few words you do say have kept me sane in dark times and have brought me closer to you. The more I pour over what you say again and again, I begin to seek the alternate meanings of your words and realize just how intellectual and deep you really are.

You mustn't really mean "Using special joiny-tool not for unstront of bladder" when you say it. I can see past your unkempt appearances and simple speak you sly gob! When you say those words, you are speaking of the hypocrisy of society and its nature to appear to be more than what we truly are inside. The darkness in each of us, the light we all strive to blossom and the struggle of life. To which I reply, "Yes, using special joiny-tool makie all stonyshine super." My rebuttal to your ironic, yet well stated phrase.

I will leave you with those words to ponder, as I have yours for so long...

I submit this letter to you, Mutamix, and to the twelve in the hopes that someday our lives may be enriched with the blessing of more. More words, more stories, and more understanding of two very different, but very in love "PC's"

Yours Truly,

Doctor Mog

It is not every day when the heart thrives for another.

It is no wonder why many women swoon over your pleasing appearance and your talents. You are strong, wise, and unique. When we first met, during the exchange of a handshake, I felt a surge of warmth wash over me. Enticing, mesmerizing... you fit the description, my distant amour.

You are the source of my motivation, my continuation of my own journey and tale. Each day since that fateful encounter, I had worked towards a better path and a stronger goal, aiding whomever in need.

Someday, I may be rewarded with more than a smile. Perhaps I may even be graced with your deeper affections.

Please do not be frightened by such a letter. In fact, I hope that you would cherish this letter and use it to realize how remarkable you truly are. After all, I am portraying these words of my appreciation and idolization for you onto vellum.

If you have been bestowed a wonderful paramour, I congratulate you. I would be truly envious. If you have no love, however, perhaps we can seek it side by side, hand in hand?

Sadly, I thought I knew the concept of love. I had married, but no longer am I now. Unfortunately, I was young and innocent; not at all who I am today.

Five weeks ago, we have met. Passionate of my goals, I stood before you, stumbling awkwardly over my own salute. You expected so much of me. So much that I had not felt the impulse to swiftly seek and accomplish my tasks.

Heh, I hope you recalled me trembling, emitting shyness throughout the eerie and dim room. I also pray you remembered placing your gentle hand upon my shoulder, speaking in a calm-mannered voice. You spoke softly of how I would surely succeed, no matter the case if I knew what I desired. Because of those empowering words, I did it all. I traveled Eorzea, exploring luscious jungles, dangerous deserts, and rolling hills. I traveled by foot, fought by lance, and decimated by valor.

It is strange how stars seem to speak to you, provide you with knowledge and wisdom if you listened intensely. Throughout my travels, the stars bestowed the realization of why I was at camps, so far away from civilization. You. Because of your words and demeanor, I found myself strengthened and jubilant.
Since then, I completed all of my “rookie” tasks without hesitation, and eventually I spoke with you without fear hindering my mind. Joyously, you acknowledged my completion and welcomed me into your arms…

…of The Maelstrom.

Hence this letter. I will never be able to verbalize my admiration for you, nor will I ever be able to vocalize physically. Writing has always been my forte, always been my medium to express my inner truths.

When you receive this letter, I will be before you, Guincum…

…saluting awkwardly and smiling proudly.


Elena Natalia (Taly) Renton

My Beloved Merlwyb,

You may not remember me, or even know I exist, but I have written you this letter in hopes that I may convey at least some small measure of my affection, for it is as boundless as the sea over which we watch.

I set out to Limsa Lominsa from my homeland of Ul'Dah in order to see what it was the Maelstrom had to offer an intrepid adventurer, and I'll admit that I knew very little of you then- but what a surprise awaited me!

Seeing you speak in person, addressing the brine-soaked buccaneers and salty sea dogs that populate our prodigious port; I was smitten. I thought to myself: "Who is this sultry siren who tempts my heart so, capturing my affections and luring me closer and closer until I am at last run aground upon the shores of infatuation?"

I was entranced, your beautiful skin, as smooth and pure as a freshly unfurled sail upon the morning breeze. Your eyes, dark and shimmering like the vast depths of the sea. A spirit as fierce and beautiful as the raging ocean upon the eve of a storm.

And then all at once I was snapped out of my entranced state! A throwing axe- hurled towards my beloved's pristine visage, only to be snatched out of the air as the sea hawk snatches its prey. I knew then, that I would not- could not escape, your utter perfection had snatched my heart as effortlessly as you had snatched that gleaming metal blade from the air, and like a great kraken, entangled me, dragging me into the deep dark waters of utter devotion.

And so I write this letter to you, in hopes that- like the axe hurled upon that fateful day, you will so effortlessly capture my feelings, and with as much skill and grace as I know you are capable, return them. And in doing so, captain a new ship- a relationship, that we may steer beyond the horizon together!

I will hold out hope, that perhaps some day, my words will make port in your heart, and remained anchored there until sea swallows all.

Yours,
Storm Private First Class
Darius Stormcrow

Dear My Beloved Mammet (Frondale's Phrontistery),

It was just two moons ago that I walked in to the Phrontistery in which you reside, seeking a release from the terrible head pains I had been suffering. I'm usually able to sleep these ailments off, but you know it's serious when you almost crash land your airship right in to the maws of a herd of bewildered Inferno Drakes!

Upon closer examination I was told that I was simply fatigued, and that I needed to take some time off work (I'm an airship pilot you know!) And get some rest. Before leaving I was told to come find you and pick up my prescription of sleeping medication

I did not notice you at first due to your quite nature and small size, but as soon as your blank stare met my gaze, I knew I had found true love! That day I left, cured of the pains in my head, but left, with pains in my heart!

Though I was later told that you had mixed up my sleeping medication with an experimental and extremely potent "Potion of Love". Bewitched or not, I just wanted to say,


I would fly my airship to Dalamund and strike it down with my bare hands for you!
I would ride my Goobbue stark naked to Garlemald and conquer it with a stick for you!
My love burns hotter for you than Ifrit's Inferno itself!



Your Possibly (most likely) Bewitched and Confused admirer,
-Vermilion Lacrima

My dearest Rowena,
you have been the love of my life from the first day I laid my eyes on you. Sweetheart you always made sure i had the best gear for battle, You are my one and only forever! I truly hope that you will continue to support me so that I can make Istory and Eorzea a better place for all people no matter what race, color, or grand company you serve. I truly believe if we all work together we can all go far. You have given me the hope, faith and strength to spread the word to all that if we keep our belief in the Twelve and and protect what we hold dear nothing cannot be achieved . Dearest Rowena you make me strong and I we always believe in you. You are my rock that i know I can count on!

Your Dearest Love
MAREK

Dearest and blessed, C'rhabye

My love did not form, it was always there. You only had revealed it to me. From the very first moment you graced my vision, my heart, my very soul has been bound to your essence. Oh I remember that saintly day. The way you leapt across the stage. You tapped the ground with Aero paws. Your grace, a force that pulls Menphina to weep in red jealousy.

And your words. Though we had only just met, you where so caring, so open and cordial. You where a fragile Azeyma rose. And you came to me. Me. Of all adventures running through the Miners Guild, you came to me, a lost soul in a new land. And I knew. I knew our bonds of love would forever be unbroken.

To know you had earlier pledged your life to the guildmaster. A slit in my heart! If only we had met sooner, you would not be bound to my adulation in shadowed prose.

Leave with me, my love. Together we can find new life! A life away from the guild.
Even against the wrath of the master, I will not falter from you. I care not, let him come. Hells, send the damned Empire! Let the whole loveless lot try to conquer our realm of passion! The invincible might of meteor could isn’t grand enough to muffle my desire!

So let the Umbral force fall. May it burn all to cinder! Our love will remain as an ever-present force, swirling about the cosmos, far beyond the scope of any Nation, Primal, or GOD. The sealed desire, the bond of you and I.


-All the realms passion and zeal
Eisen Gramul

MY LOVE KAN-E-SENNA

HEY BABY YO BEEP MY FACE COME AND GIVE ME A TASTE

LOVE PHROZEN SENSEI

My dearest love,
The second I saw you, time had simply stopped.
At that moment, nothing else was more important than what I was feeling.
I gaze into your shimmering eyes. Lovelier than the rarest crystals in Eorzea.
You look into mine. Giving me a smile that would melt the heart of even the most wild of beasts.
No other woman has been able to cast their spell on me as you have.
Only one thought runs through my mind.
"How long is this Stopga spell going to last? I have an itch." >_<

Dear Momodi,

The day you took the doors off of the Adventurer's Guild was one of the happiest in my life. Be Mine and I will spend the rest of my life making you happy.

P.S. I'll be leaving my door open. (Ul'dahn Grand Plaza, Tower Two, "Suite of the Twelve")

Eagerly yours,
Vegas
Vegas

Dear Y'shtola,

We met a many times over the course I my journey. When I had my first encounter with a primal you had saved from a watery grave. I was astounded by such power and brilliance, it was as if you were of another world. I learned of who you were--no who WE were. The power of the Echo is what brought you in to my once meager existence and for that, I praise the Twelve. I know not where my path leads me and I wish you well. That last I've seen of you was that dreadful day in the miasma filled land of Mor Dhona. May the Twelve allow our paths to meet once again.

Forever listening for your Echo,

Takunn Yajuu

Oh Robyn...

With but a few words your charm struck me like a thousand needles my perfect dodge could not avoid.
"Give us a hundred gil or I'll scream thief!"
So brazen. So bold. You sprung your trap in broad daylight and took all I had.
Such arrogance can only be found in the pride of a thief.
Such greed would be the only thing that could steal my heart.
Chest pounding with the vigor of Quickstride I stood defenseless before you. Your tell was unseen.
And though you walked away with my gil. You'll now know you acquired much more.

I am yours. From this day until Eorzea's end.

And, hopefully, one day... you'll be mine.

~Rob Anybody

Ida, my sweet love,
How I've longed to be with you for some time now. Upon entering the Black Shroud, I saw your laying form on the ground and helped you regain consciousnesses. We've fought in combat, if not only once. However, that was enough for me to fall in love with your shining beauty. You shined like the golden sun rising on the edge of Eorzea, and your beauty knows no bounds. I wished to share to you my feelings, however I couldn't muster the courage. But now, in this form, I feel I would be able to convey myself upon you in hopes that you feel the same. I would protect you from all harm, even the Garlean Empire would not be able to have at you with my protection. My spear will provide support in future battles, and with it it will be backed by my love for you, and hopefully your love for me. With this I will part, leaving the elementals to decide our fate together.


With sincere love,
Vergaud Nemorous

*Postage-addressed to Elder Mosshorn and rivited to a 500-pound cargo crate full of premium Turning Leaf grass-clippings*

Moo moo,

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Mooo mooo, moououUOUOUUUOOOOUUUuuuuuu moo moooooo mooOOOOooooo moo. Mmmmoooo mooo, mooo mooooo, moo moooomooooo, moo, Mooooo mooo. MMMMoooooooooouuuu mooo moooooouuuu moooOOOOOoooo mooo. Moo moooooouuu mooo moooooo moo mooooooOOOOOOOuuuuuUUUUUUOOOOOOUuuuuuoooo. Moo moooo moo moooooo moooo.

Moo muu
~MMMMMMMMmmmmmmuuuuuoooooooooOOOOOUUUUUUuuuuooOOOouuuOOOOOOUuuu

Fafana,

I again take the opportunity of dropping you a few lines in answer to your kind letters which I received a few days ago, one bearing date 3/11/30. It was a pleasure to me to have the honor to receive a letter from as charming a young girl as the one whose name was ascribed at the bottom of each of them. I was glad to hear that you were well, but I was gladder to hear you express your mind as fully as to what you have been doing while stationed. This note left me well and I truly hope that this will find you in good health. I can't say anything to you by letter more than what you have heard from my letters before. I hope the time will soon come when I get to see you again Fafana. I can write many things to you but if I could see you I could tell you more in one minute than I can write in a week. The letters that you wrote to me have warmed my very soul. I cannot wait for your return from Mor Dhona or swift victory over the Garleans. I have no reasons to doubt but if you were to fail it would break my heart, for you are the girl that I am depending upon and if it was not for you I would not be writing by my candle tonight as you wrote to me with those many malms separating us. If my courage was like yours, surely we would be united once again. Though we are far apart at present my heart is with you every moment for I often think of you when traveling the lonesome roads in Central Thanalan. The thought of your sweet smiles is all the company I have; I trust that you are sincere in what you have written to me. Your sparkling green eyes and rosy red cheeks have gained my whole affections. Hope for the time to come when we shall meet again, then we can pass off the time in pleasure. My time has come for sleep and I must soon close. I want you to write to me as soon as you can for I will be glad to hear from you any time. Direct your letters as before and don’t forget to treat those adventurers with kindness. My love to you has no end. Remember me as ever your love and friend.

~Doiden Didymus 3/19/30

Dearest and beloved King Moggle Mog XII,

From the day I first set eyes on you, I knew it was meant to be. Though you may want the heads of my fellow adventurers and I every time we meet, on this Valentione’s day I would like to profess my love to you.

You may think I just come to visit for your adorable treasures, but it is not so. Being able to view your adorable whiskers and cute nose keeps me coming back. Even though your crew members seem dissatisfied with me coming to see you, I would like to think that at least Kupqu Kogi is trying to play Cupid, putting arrows straight in my rear, arrows of love.

I hope one day to join your trusty crew, by your side as the eight and most trusted member.

“Ashiee Horokeu offers you love
A kind of love you never thought of!”

A verse worthy to be added to the great tale of King Moggle Mog! The next time we meet, I hope we will be making plans to rule all the land together.

Your Lalafell admirer,
Ashiee Horokeu

Dear Good King Moogle Mog XII,
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Dearest Frediswitha,

For long I have sought to win your heart, but alas, it seems the gods are cruel with your mind, cursing it with a forgetfulness unrivaled in all the realms! But I do not despair -- your mind may have forgotten our love, but your heart has not. Those calls for supplies to the adventurer's guild; you simply seek your true love, like in the old fairy tale of old, The Quartermaster who cried "Out of supplies!" For what other reason could you put out a call every hour for bronze chaser hammer heads -- while your stockpile must be brimming with, um, random items, your heart remains empty as a Nine Ivies supplies tent.

All those times I ran to you, I was but a fool! I thought I was doing it for gil and mere shards. I now know I only ever ran to you, gave those supplies... just to hear you speak, to see you smile.

I write you this letter so that the next time your memory lapses, you shall still know of my love. You needn't ask Eustace to play messenger anymore, for I have received it as clear as a La Noscean night sky!

"Frediswitha who" they joke. I say, "Frediswitha Powercow." Now, and forever. No, Frediswitha, you did not ask the adventurer's guild for these. These chocolates are from me.

Yours for all time,
Powercow Cowcow.

Dearest Nael,
My heart aches for you. I can only sit in silent pain as I ponder our last meeting. When you killed the rest of my party, I knew you weren't doing it out of anger, or spite, or hatred. I knew you were doing it out of love. You wanted me alone, so that we could talk about feelings, movies, and our top ten favorite bands. But, alas, those silly interloping adventurers challenged our love. When I confessed my feelings, they all laughed at me. They said our love was wrong...then why, why oh gods did it feel so right when your hands wrapped around my neck and you screamed “Die! Foolish adventurer! Your land shall soon be mine!” Those words....I thought they had deeper meaning and they do! Yes, yes oh yes! I will marry you! Oh Nael, Nael, Nael...How I sit and whisper your name to my tear-soaked pillow: Nael van Darnus... And me, the spouse of a Legatus! Though our countries may be enemies we are classic “star-struck lovers!” Like Romeo and Juliet....Hopefully with no mutual suicide this time. No matter what my Grand Company mates say (“treason,” they call our love) I'm making my way to you now, Nael. I have packed my Chocobo with all of my necessary supplies, including my collection of decorative rabbit figurines that I know you enjoyed hearing so much about as you were love-choking me. I wrote you a little something.....
----
Nael
My heart bleeds like a dragon that was stabbed by a knife made of sadness
Black darkness overshadows the night of our separation
My eyes cry blood onto this letter
My soul is nothing more than a dark angry pit.
Forget you, Mom, I'll move out if I want to.
----
Until we next meet, my snuggly Nael,
yours,
Caleb Tonk

The moment I first laid my eyes upon you, my heart skipped a beat. Even thinking back to it now, I knew you were my type. Tenacious, dark, and handsome – You are the kind of person who, if you were together with me, could surpass the Twelve. We have met many times before, and I think that every time we meet, my feelings for you grow more intense.
The fierce burning in my heart, the world underneath me shaking, as if it were about to explode under me at any moment! It is the east, my love, and I am the chocolate bar under the sun!

My dearest Ifrit, please don’t be so coy! I’ve fallen for you so dizzily. Just let me pierce your heart, just this once. Spurn those harlots who use those cheap tactics to seduce you!
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I look far better in a swimsuit than them! I can cook better than them, and still maintain a beautiful figure, unlike that strumpet who decks herself in that ugly swimsuit. I, on the other hand, am the personification of grace, the epitome of elegance (and I do not dance in the miner’s guild for a quick gil!), and the example of a proper lady.

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Yours — Only yours, forever and always,
Macha Maudegonne

P.S. I bought some consecrated chocolate and marshmallows so that we can do some roleplaying, I’ll be the culinarian, and you’ll be the s’more machine. (I’ll show you my cooking if you show me s’mores ;) )
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Dear sweetest Mammet,

As I sit here so far away from you at The Drowning Wench, my nerves getting the best of me as I shake quill in hand, I hope you remember me. Because I could never forget that warm day in Ul'dah when I visited the Pugilists' Guild looking for my next adventure; that next great battle! But instead I found you! You stole my heart when I asked you to read into my future, and I know you felt something too as you took those long pauses between words. I know you wanted to say, "I love you."

But all that you could mumble was "42." That's all you really needed to say. I knew what was meant for us as you read the star lines and birth signs. You saw in your own heart us wandering the desert, hand and hand, sharing stories and laughing it up, while we head off looking for that next great adventure.

It's funny how nervous we both were that day. We each had so much to say, but were too shy to say face to face. To be honest, that woman Qata Nelhah staring at the both us us didn't help things. I cannot wait to see you again. I miss you so much. I shall return home to you Mammet, and when I do, I will ask again
for a reading and if you truly feel the same way about me as I do you, then please just answer baby, that the number is once again 42.

~Amaranth~

dear F'lhaminn

You are the hunter of my heart
SOng are your arrow and smiles are your bow
Unknown to End, nor known to Beginning
Have withstood despair and ordeal
Yet those smiles will never fades away
So as I wish, Unlimited F'lhaminn Work

Dearest Pimelle,
I've seen you from afar, I've been so close. You've always been there when I need to sell my excess wares.
From your greeting, "Welcome to Romululu's Bric-a-Brac, are there and curios or curiosities I might help you find today?" I knew there was a connection, for YOU are the curiosity that I am interested in! But OH! If only Romululu didn't keep such a tight leash, working you day and night, night and day. I'd take you to see the Aether Farms of northern Thanalan, to the Springs and Streams of the southern Black Shroud, and even to Silvertear Lake, where we could dine upon the shores with some fine Rolanberry spirits and Mi'qote kabobs.
Curse that Romululu should he keep me from you! If you so desire, even just for a fleeting moment, a break, a discourse from your indentured servitude, I would gladly slip a poison potion into his Orobon stew.
But...until that fateful day, when your bonds of service have been broken, I will continue to sell my wares, Dearest Pimelle, I will continue to hold on to hope beyond hope, that we shall be united under Nymeia's will, when she spins our fate and we become intertwined in the fabric of love,
Yours Forever,
Vash Thestampede.

Dear Momodi,

You were there when I opened my eyes to the new world.

You were there the day to help me when I was nothing but a small sword and a poorly dressed soldier.

You gave me the confidence I needed to travel upon the world and help those who need it like you helped me.

While the world that you helped me rise into may come to an end my dear Momodi, let us hold hands together, as we bring ourselves upon the new world. Let us start at a new beginning, lets makes this new world better.

This time, let me be there for you.

Always yours,
Velhart Aurion

To My One and Only, Ifrit:

It has been four exhilarating months together since our first meeting back in October. When I first met you, after what it seemed like guild leves eternity, my mind screamed overwhelmingly, "I've finally found the one !!!1". You were, and still are, the hottest I've ever met. You seduced my mind and my soul that I couldn't wait to meet you every evening after work, even at the hottest place in all Hydaelyn.

As Albert Einstein once said, similarly; sitting outside Gridania in the rain for one minute seems like an hour, but spending time with you for an hour seems like a minute. He's right about his relativity theory. Time indeed progresses differently when I'm with you.

Even though our relationship started slow, it has gotten better. Hellfire was really the blast that got us to the next level. And I had drawn closer to you when radiant plumes erupted, it just felt like the best place to be at, even with sears on.

We had such exciting times every evening with our fun and rigorous activities that my armors often need repairs. You have never failed to provide me with Dark Matters everytime, not to mention they are the highest grade. Your surprise gifts along the G5 had nearly got me fainted!

On this Valetione's Day, may these Consecrated Chocolates melt their way into your heart, so you'd know how much I appreciate our time together. Let it burns with more passions with each passing day.

Especially yours,
~Luna

My dearest Aetherial Node,

Whenever you appear on the horizon as I ride towards you my heart swells. When I first laid eyes on you I knew we were destined to see each other time and time again. I knew I was destined to bask in your presence asking of you things that no man should ask of a glowing pillar of light. But you obliged anyhow. You gave me purpose, set me to task, and even gave me a nudge in the right direction and a bonus here and there for going along with your requests. Without you, I would be without direction. Without you, I would be without routine to fill my days. Without you, I would be unable to travel swiftly from anywhere to your warm embrace (read: warm glow since you don’t actually have arms with which to embrace me).

Despite the fact that some call your name in a hateful rage, despite the fact that some who are cruel and heartless and most likely dead inside say you have no place in this world or that you must explain yourself to them or cease to be, I love you anyhow, as you are, forever.

Yours, always, instantly,

Dear Pimelle, my love.

From my earliest days in Ul'dah you have always been so kind to me. No matter the item I collect, you are always there
to lighten the burden of my pack. There are many adventurers you must assist, but I see the twinkle in your eyes when I draw near. I stand strong against the beasts and primals, to know that you will be protected, and yet I can barely stand when you stare deep into my soul. I will continue to forge the finest of rings, until I create one that is worthy of your beauty, and then we can finally be together.

Until then, will you please be my Valentione's Day sugar momma, love Judgey

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An Ode to an Old Flame

Incendiary Lord of Fire.
You boil over with rage and pyre.
My heart's true love, my one desire.
Lord Ifrit? Nae. Bomb Baron.

Your temper, sir. It knows no bounds.
Your explosive fits, I find profund.
And mayhaps, if you could just calm down.

you'd hear me say..

I love you.

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What? Don't look at me like that. I love Bomb Baron, ok?

Lovely Keeper of the Moon, Nhagi Amariyo

~ Left to Right, your eligent dance
As I compress fish to sand, I watch in trance

You leave me in "Aw" as you ask for my gil
I walk to the back, but it won't load still !

But no amount of coin will tear me away
As you wash away the 100% fails of the day

Your beauty's unknown and unique even within your race
Skin like the Seekers of the Sun though your in a dark place.

You said to me, I flatter you dear
But it's you who flatters me as I always come back here

Here, Within the Amajina and Sons Mineral Concern
I struck true treasure, You Nhagi, Your love and dance I'll always yearn.
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Dear Popoka,

Although you might only appear for a short time during Valentine's Day period... I still have this message in my heart I wish to tell you:

We are the same height,
We are the Lalafells,
I love you,
And if you love me too,
Our love and bonding will create a rainbow in the sky,
Bringing colors that others can't see in the plain Ul'dah,
Beauty and the beast you may call us,
But Popo Takei and Popoka are meant to be for each other...

(I will wait you and love you for a thousand years... my lovely cutie Popoka)

Yours truly, lovely, madly in love, and sincerely,
Popo Takei the 4 buff mage

Dear Gogorano,

Gath has many things to say, but not enough time.
Gath wishes he could figure out the next rhyme.
Gath watches as you repair
While Gath looks at you and plays with his hair.
Gath loves how you glisten in the sun.
It makes the butterflies flutter in fun.
Gath wishes he could express his love.
So Gath killed a small, cute white dove.
Gath is a cook to get to your heart.
I cannot stand it when we are apart.
Gath will sautee love to be affected.
and make the roofies not easily detected
Gath will shower you in love that is reckless
Gath will give you, a hearty pearl necklace.
Now this is over because Gath is in strife.
Because Gath watches you sleep with your wife.

Gath has won.

Gath's 1 gil is worth more than your 1 gil.

To my one and only beloved, “Retainer”:
You have always been there for me whenever I called. You appear immediately, no delays at all. To assist me with daily business and sell my wares. Your loyalty is astounding; it truly shows who really cares. Just like a pillar, you stand and wait... you know I’ll return, even if I run late. You never question where I have been, who I was partying with or what I have seen. Just standing so patient and so very still, ready to shower me, with hard-earned gil.
I know sometimes it may seem that I take your company for granted; I take away your earnings and leave you empty-handed. But, not everything is at it seems... you allow me to carry out my dreams. I respect you and what you do for me; it’s what makes our bond so strong, mutually. I never want to leave you in the market wards, but Ul’Dah needs the gladiator’s swords. You know that I will return when I can, target you, type /happy, again and again.
There’s been something I’ve been meaning to say, I have just been waiting for the perfect day. It has become my greatest struggle, to not let out the choice of words I juggle. Until this very Valentione’s Day has arrived, I have not expressed my feelings, leaving you deprived. But before I jump to the conclusion, I need to know this is not an illusion. Do you really enjoy this life you chose? Being stationed in multiple rows. Or would you rather take up arms and help me fight, travel through dungeons, farm rares all night?
Whatever your choice, it’s fine with me, I support your decision, wholeheartedly. As long as we’re together, everything will be fine. Which is why I ask... will you be mine? You don’t have to answer me right away, take some time to figure out the words to say. Just know that you’ll be with me, even when you’re not around. Hopefully we can share my Inn Room, when the Auction House comes to town. As this letter’s end is nearing, true. I leave these words, just for you.

I love you, “Retainer”
Yours truly,
Lord Javino (Lindblum)