It’s a Cavetown song.

Not my favorite, but a good one.

It’s a day I ask my cat to be my valentine.

She climbed on my back, so I think I scored.

And two years ago,

It was one of the best days of my life.

I told him I liked him in the most stupid,

Roundabout way anyone could.

So for half the day he was following me around,

Asking “What did you mean by that?”

I was pretty sure I was going to either kill him or kiss him,

Because it was humiliating and the first time I ever told someone I liked them,

But there was also this sweet, hilarious, genius boy,

So dumbfounded by the idea I might like him.

I still remember the words he said as he slipped out of the room at the end of the day:

“It’s okay, Cora. I like you too.”

I don’t know if that’s actually as romantic as it is in my mind.

I’m trying to look at it objectively,

But all I can hear in those words is him.

We were an awkward, clueless mess,

But we worked.

We worked way too well.

Competing for the best grade,

Teasing for the stupidest things.

We matched each other in the most perfect way.

I don’t know how he’s doing now.

I hope he’s doing well, hope he’s happy.

The only thing tainting my golden memory of him is how much of a fool I made of myself at the end.

Even so, I still have a smile on my face as I think about the time I spent with him.

I wonder if he’s thinking of me too, today?