While making Valentine's Day cards with Hananh, I started thinking about my first Valentine's Day crush. His name was Cory. He was American, had blonde hair, and was super cute. I spent hours making him the perfect Valentine's Day card. It had to be the best because obviously this was how I was going to confess my love to him, and then he would definitely confess it back.
I decided to give it to him on Wednesday night, at the church. We were there practicing for our church's roadshow/play. I was both excited and nervous.
My friend (not pictured) had also showed up for practice and was also carrying a Valentine's Day card for Cory. I couldn't believe it! She never told me she liked him, whereas I had made it very clear to her about my feelings for him. I was not happy.
For some reason, she had left the foyer where we were anxiously waiting for Cory to be done practing. That's when I noticed her card! She had left it sitting on the table. In that moment a little devil popped up on my shoulder tempting me to put her card into the trash can. I knew I could never put it in there. . . . . . . . that would be the first place she would look. Instead, cunning and devilish Jaimie decided to set the trash can on top of the card. Come on, who would ever think to look under the trash can. Sure enough Lauren came back for her card. When she couldn't see it on the table, she immediately looked IN the trash can. After looking around frantically for her card, she gave up, and disappointingly (is that a word) headed home.
I, on the other hand, proudly handed my card to Cory. We never fell head over heels in love. In fact, his family moved back to America not too long after that (probably to get away from the psycho girl in his primary class.)
Looking back, I am not proud about what I did. I was young and a bit of a brat, but you know what they say - "All is fair in love a war."
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