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?