Sixth grade love is heart wrenching. At the class Valentine’s party there was an argument between a girl and boy in my class.

Girl: Stop starring at me!

Boy: You stop starring at me!

Girl: What’s your problem?!

Me: What’s going on?

Girl: He wants to date me and I can’t stand him.

Boy: I asked her out and had Alvarro give her the note. He told me she said yes, but she really said no.

Me: [Jaw dropping] Girl, you have to understand how embarrassing that must have been for him?

Girl: No, he drives me nuts. I don’t even like him.

Boy: I know, you sent me a note saying. “I don’t like you. Not even a little bit. I don’t even want to be your friend. EVER.”

Girl: Because you wouldn’t stop sending me notes.

Me: How many were there?

Boy: In my estimations there have been about 7.

Girl: I would estimate a lot more than 7.

Me: How about a truce?

Boy: I don’t even know what we would be trucing on.

Ouch. Love is brutal at any age.