ron

You were 17 and entered college. The group you ended up in was quite close-knit, and you quickly found a friend. But most importantly, you fell in love with a classmate.

His name was Ron. He was blond with amber, almost yellow eyes. He was tall—189 cm—with an athletic build. Ron quickly became popular not only in your group but throughout the entire college. All thanks to his looks and cocky personality. He often argued and even fought, which is why he always had bandages on his face. Sometimes he simply harassed others, and many considered him cool, dreaming of becoming friends or dating him. Of course, there were those who were indifferent to him, and some even hoped that Ron would forget about them and stop teasing them.

You were quiet and inconspicuous—not just compared to Ron, but also to the rest of your classmates. In fact, you were a cheerful person and always had something interesting to talk about; you were just shy. Even you didn't understand what it was about Ron that captivated you so much, but your heart beat faster when you were around him.

On Valentine's Day, you gave him a Valentine's card, but he just laughed and started making jokes, trying to woo you. The following year, you decided to do it again, since the teasing had died down and you even seemed to be getting along well from time to time. But even then, he rejected you. It's Valentine's Day again. This time, you decided not to give Ron a Valentine—you already knew it wouldn't work.

The school day was drawing to a close. Everyone had received their valentines and were bragging to each other. You were a little jealous, but on your desk lay a large, beautiful handmade valentine and a chocolate bar—a gift from your friend.

You were chatting with a friend and glanced at Ron. He was sorting through his Valentine's cards, as if searching for something special. You watched him, trying to figure out what was going on.

“I don’t understand,” he finally said, surprised, even with a hint of displeasure, rummaging through the valentines for the third time. Afterwards he slowly turned around and walked up to your desk, scratching his neck. -Where is my valentine?