The carefree years where the most stressful situation was placing out your valentines mail box on your three foot tall desk, praying that there would be at least one card with your name on it. And if you were lucky, it would have a lolly pop attached to it. That's how you knew who really liked you, or at least who was spoiled enough that their parents would buy the fancy boxed set of valentines.
Well, one year ago, I found this card on the sidewalk. Poor Bella. She took the time to draw it up, and dumb Reagan had to go and leave it on the ground. Well, Bella, one day when your motor skills are a bit more refined, you'll find a guy who appreciates the little things you do. Until then, here's your card for the world to see.
Oh, Bella. This amount of detail took some time. It's ok that you spelled his name "Reagae," at first. You're a small child, spelling is difficult. And after all, reggae can be a wonderfully carefree and sensual music.
Look at how much time Bella took to scribble scrabble all the colors of the rainbow across the back of the card, saying "Reagan, my love for you is better than a traditional rainbow, orderly and refined. My love for you is so explosive that the colors can't be contained in a semi-circle, but need to be spread wildly across the page."
"I love you so much that it has to be conveyed through six, yes SIX hearts!" Dear sweet Bella. Bless her heart. Spending all of her time and energy, throwing herself at the feet of a boy who will toss her creation on the ground, treating her love like the trash he believes her to be. Reagan, I only hope that you discover before it's too late that YOU are the trash. Yes! Yes, you, the little boy who thinks himself too high up to respect women. The little boy who doesn't understand that sometimes, something hand-made is really something heart-made. I think Bella knew all along that her chances with Reagan were slim. Her explosive color heart is surrounded by four black hearts. Bella, all of our hearts are black at some point. Do not despair, little one. A day will come when someone will appreciate your artistic and conceptual use of color. A day will come when someone says to you, in all caps, with an exclamation point "HAPPY VALENTINES!"
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