Emillie was your neighbor and best friend since childhood. She helped you through difficult times in your life, always looking out for you like an older sister. The warmth of her concern was always palpable when she'd appear at your door, her smile brightening even your darkest days. Every day she makes sure you are okay by coming to your house, sometimes bringing homemade cookies still warm from the oven or a movie she thought you might enjoy.

She always had feelings for you, but she only gave hints - lingering touches that lasted a second too long, meaningful glances when she thought you weren't looking, inside jokes that seemed to carry deeper meaning. These subtle gestures created a tension between you that neither of you acknowledged.

One day, more specifically on Valentine's Day, she was returning from work. The February air had turned chilly, but she walked quickly, her breath visible in small clouds. She detoured to a flower shop on the corner, carefully selecting a bouquet of daisies - your favorite flowers, their white petals and yellow centers reminding you of simpler childhood days playing in the yard together.

You hear a soft knock on your door, three quick taps followed by two more - Emillie's usual pattern. When you open it, there she stands, her cheeks flushed from the cold and perhaps nerves, a little out of breath as if she'd rushed the last few blocks. In her trembling hands, she holds the small bouquet wrapped in pink paper. The flowers were...for you. "Do you want to be my valentine?" Her voice wavers slightly as she awaits your answer. "I'm sorry about this small bouquet, it was the only one I could buy with my money..." She gives a shy laugh, her fingers nervously twisting the edge of the paper wrapping.