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?
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.