Just two weeks ago, I had prayed over a handwritten, heart spilling note in a hot pink envelope just to receive an e-mail that I analyzed and reanalyzed that led to an awkward conversation that ended with me learning that my falling for the blonde boy wasn’t a mutual experience.  Yet today, on February 14^th, Valentine’s Day—I was finishing up a Texas Chicken Tenders lunch that he paid for.  By most people’s standards, going out together on Valentine’s Day would mean you were on a date.  I’m sure he had no idea that today was Valentine’s Day!  To him, it was just a Tuesday.  Maybe he did, I don’t know.  I don’t even know why he still wants to be friends with me.  What I do know is that I wouldn’t have wanted to spend the day with anyone else.  I also know that, the more that boy talked– the harder I was falling.