One Valentines day, when I got home from school I emptied out my paper bag that had my valentines in it. They were mostly cheap store bought ones, with the occasional sucker or temporary tattoo. None really caught my attention, except for one that stood out from the rest. It wasn't store bought, it was a card made of red construction paper. I wondered who the heck dropped this into my bag. Was it from a secret admirer? Only one way to find out. I opened the card. It simply read in black marker:
I don't like you in that way.
