The art of the love note eventually gives way to the 2 am “You UP?” texts. When you’re younger, your perception of love is pure and fantastical. As you grow older, love becomes less blissfully mystical and more pragmatic. Like you eventually understand that meeting ‘the one’ is statistically impossible and become comfortable with settling for the partner most willing to accept your rare rock collection and your raging alcohol problem. I’ve never seen my parents kiss on the lips but I have seen my dad fart and roll the windows up with my mom in the passengers seat. They are high school sweethearts. This kind of love they don’t show you in the movies.
But I’m not going to be the one to tell the children that love is a facade and Santa is a fraud because I remember when I still believed in things. So when I stumbled across this fifth grader’s love note to a classmate that was posted by the recipient’s aunt to Reddit, it brought me back to freer times when Lunchables were the shit and my mom still did my laundry.
It’s also one of the most romantic, well-written love notes I’ve ever read. If this doesn’t spark a two-week relationship where the two generally avoid each other but occasionally say hi at recess, love truly is dead.
Embrace the years filled with hope and zest for life, little man. You’ve got about 15 years until Phase 2:
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