When I was in grade school, I always hoped a certain blonde haired girl would drop a Valentine in my box. Each year from first through fourth grade I held my breath.
I never got the Valentine.
I used to think it scarred me for life, that Valentine’s Day would always be a day of dread and regret.
Then, one Sunday, I had lunch at someone’s house and I knew the rest of my life would be different.
I had found my Valentine, even if she didn’t know it.