I don’t know whether it’s irony or poetic justice that the only person to ever give me a Valentine was someone who has zero romantic interest in girls.
The only Valentine I’ve ever actually received was when I was five or six years old.
It was on the back of half a birthday card, which I still oh-so-clearly remember the flowers on, and I believe was written in red pencil.
It was definitely some form of pencil — maybe my brain just made up the red part, I dunno.
It was also given to me by a boy who, just over a decade later, would come out as Gay.
He never found out I’m Queer (on account of I was very closeted back then,) and I have no idea whether he even remembers coming up to me with his half-a-birthday Valentine in the middle of the playground.
It was sweet, though.
And I don’t know whether it’s irony or poetic justice that the only boy (the only person,) to ever give me a Valentine was someone who has zero romantic interest in girls.
His cousin was the same age
(at least… I remember her as his cousin. I may be making that up too — they had the same colour hair and looked similar, if that makes a difference.)
She -
and my romantic brain likes to think this was in February but I sadly think I’m likely to be kidding myself with that
- once gave me a blue glass bead/pebble thing.
Y’know those glass beads that people use in like… vases of dried flowers? Or like just randomly in a bowl?
*Googles*
Glass pebbles! They are called glass pebbles! And people do, indeed, put them in vases. Just because.
( This post is so organised! 😅)
She gave me one of those.
Told me it was special and lucky and magic and all those things that little girls think about decorative objects that they probably took from their parents’ interior decorations.
