Valentine
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In my sophomore year of high school, I had a crush on a girl with whom I had a class. We’d talked a few times, but I didn’t know her that well. It was around Valentine’s Day, and our school did a thing where you could pay $10, and student volunteers would sing a song you picked in class to whoever you picked and give them a card.
So they announced who the Valentine was for, and she blushed, I’m sure assuming it was from her boyfriend. They started singing, and she blushed harder. They handed her the card that I had written my name on, and her face stopped being pink and went far redder. She looked over at me, and all I could do was shrug. After they left, she said out loud, “But Chuy, I have a boyfriend!” and then everyone knew it was from me. I just muttered that I’d found out too late and happy Valentine’s Day, and I’m sorry.