Yesterday was Valentine's Day.

When I was little, I used to love Valentine's day. I made these cards for all of the girls in my class and we even had a little contest of who managed to make the prettiest. I loved to add sparkly powder. Pink sparkly powder, to be exact, and I was regularly elected the MAVCG (Most Awesome Valentine's Card Guy).

Then, last year, everyone started giving cards to special people. I gave one to Jennifer - as always, because she has been my best friend since preschool - , she gave one to me, we both blushed and laughed it off, and that was that.

This year however, something entirely different happened.

I didn't give a card to Jenn. It just wouldn't have felt right. But I invited her over to my house for movies yesterday. Mom and dad had gone out for dinner, and we had done the exact same thing 100 times before. I never thought she'd get the wrong impression. It's Jenn, for God's sakes!

Well, sometime during the movie, she suddenly grabbed my hand, and moved closer until she was nearly seated in my lap. At first, I thought she was just scared, but then she cupped my face with her hands, pulled me towards her and kissed me right on the lips.

I was so surprised that I couldn't move at all in the first place. So I kind of just sat there and let it happen, until she pulled away and looked at me questioningly. I just stared at her. I must have looked like a deer in the headlights, because she retreated immediately and I could see that her eyes were welling up with tears.

And that's when I just couldn't take it anymore. So I told her. I told her how much she means to me as a friend and how pretty I think she is, and how much I appreciated what she just did. And how much I would love to be able to like her that way, but I couldn't, because all I wanted to do was kiss HIM.

She stared at me for five minutes, got up from the couch without saying a word, grabbed her bag and left.