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Best Valentines Day story:

“Mellons Bay Primary, 1992, Mrs Gavin’s Standard 2 class – a hotbed of tender emotions where hearts were broken daily and girl germs were rife. Mike Smith* was a shy and innocent blond-haired boy. He was not in my direct circle of schoolyard chums, primarily because he didn’t do My Little Ponies at playlunch, but I knew that he must have been pretty cool because he regularly sat up the highest on the classroom mat. However, it was not until he let me use the hallowed mint coloured crayon first that I realised that his feelings for me were more than platonic. I would catch him watching me during stories, and I’m pretty sure he bribed the teacher to be put on guinea-pig duty with me. It culminated in the best love note I have received to date. I caught him dropping it in my letterbox at home: “Dear Fiona, Do you want to come round to my house and draw ninja turtles? Love Mike.” I don’t recall acting on this confession of love. I do recall that it was adorned with his favourite turtle, the blue one. Mine was Raphael, so I knew it would never work. I didn’t tell him as much, but he must have realised when he found “Mike smells” scrawled in the mint crayon on the cloakroom wall. Not my finest hour admittedly. Mike’s unrequited love grew dim and we drifted apart. Tragic, but true story.
*Not his real name”

Via NZHerald.