
Love is a towed car, PACER test and a stale candy heart
My cousin Porter is in second grade, and today, he asked a girl to be his Valentine. I’m 20-years-old, and the last time I got a Valentine’s from a boy was in sixth grade. The card was simple, straight to the point. It read:
“You’re sweet. Love, Caleb.”
But besides that one card, my valentines have consisted of stale candy conversation hearts from classmates I couldn’t point out in a picture. So pretty much Valentine’s Day is just another day of the year. I’m not a...