Chris Meller

I was digging through a box of things out of my old desk, from when we cleaned up recently. I forget what I was looking for, but I saw an old paper heart form high school.

You see, back in high school, every Valentine’s day, they would rotate between girls and boys. Every year, one of them would get a heart, and wouldn’t be allowed to talk all day. The first person of the opposite sex to get them to talk would get their paper heart.

Well, this particular year, it was the girls who got the hearts, and the guys who tried to steal them, and I actually got one to talk. I don’t remember how or when, all I remember is getting her to talk. Her name was Jennifer, and I still have her (by now wrinkled and beat up) paper heart to this very day.

I don’t know why that was such a big deal, because when Maggie, Ryan and I went to the school the other day, on our way out we passed Jennifer in the stairs, and she didn’t seem to pay any notice to me. It just made me think about old times and cute chicks.