I'm Only A Man, Part 17: Best Friends and Unrequited Love

Michael threw a love note across the room during pre-algebra class and it landed on my notebook. It was folded down tight and on the front the word, "HI" had been drawn in outline, with the background shaded. I turned the note over; he had shaded the back as well. I slowly opened it:

"Carol, I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, but I love you. You are more precious to me now than ever. The only thing that surpasses your beauty is your mind.
Love, Michael"

This was seventh grade. I was wearing a back brace and had yet to get contact lenses.

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