The Only Valentine I Ever Got
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.