He smiled a shy smile into the space between their seats
She flicked her hair and stared
A misspelt note fluttered at her feet
A red heart in a crumpled mess
Be my Valentine Be my friend
Guess who – I love you
From Hugh – beside you
I remember Hughie. I think he was in love with my hair. I hated my hair – too blond- so I had to wear glasses – too long – so my mother made me stand every morning while she combed it. Was it love at first sight (no pun intended) What is love at first sight anyway? Is it a chemical reaction, personality or body language. I don’t think we knew anything about those things in the small Donegal country school Hughie and me went to.
I wonder where he is tonight. (I think there’s a song called that.) Enough nostalgia for one day.
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