I got my first love letter in grade 3.

It was written on a small piece of lined school paper from a boy that I liked.

I love you. Do you love me?
_____ yes
_____ no


The boy who gave it to me (who shall remain nameless for now)
followed me around most of the day. He must have really wanted a response.

I was getting tired of his pursuit. (Now I would say, come on, Lainie! Give the guy a chance.)

Our class was in the gym. We were asked to sit along the edge of the stage. I can remember him switching spots with others to slowly make his way down towards me.

Enough was enough. This needed to stop.

I handed the note to my teacher.

My grade 3 romance was over.