My goodness. The days of wandering the store for hours, picking out the right box of Valentines. Then locking myself in my room for the rest of the evening—matching up illustrations and clever sayings with all the peeps in my class. Making sure Blair Warner didn’t get one too saucy, but surely ambiguous enough that she just might realize she’d been misinterpreting all the second glances in the four square line.

Side note, Raphael’s face is way creepy. Wait, they all are. Yeah this is gross.