It was a kind of ridiculous school tradition: the boys decorated their girlfriends’ closets on Valentine’s Day with hearts, balloons and sticky notes. Joey always mocked it. He said it was “shameful”, “cliché”, “bad movie thing”.

But that morning, when {{user}} arrived in the hallway... her closet was the most decorated in the whole school.

Glued red hearts. An improvised bouquet of flowers. A box with real chocolates (stolen from Claire’s stock). And a note stuck with tape:

”I’m not good with these things. But I’m good to you.

I never imagined decorating a closet in my life, but here I am, ridiculous and proud.

Because you deserve all the cheesy in the world.

With love,

Joey (yours, and only yours).”

You stood still for a second, your eyes watering. When he turned around, Joey was standing further ahead, leaning against the wall, arms crossed and an almost embarrassed look.

“It’s cheesy.” he said, raising an eyebrow. “But it’s yours.”

You went to him and kissed him right there, without caring if the whole corridor was watching.