Yes, No, Maybe-so

At the beginning of the school year Scott took my notebook and wrote a love letter to me. His method for asking whether I accepted his intentions was to write the words “yes” and “no” over which he drew little boxes. I was expected to return the note with the appropriate box marked. Scott was a nice boy and I really did like him. I found the note in late May when I was cleaning out my papers. I added a “maybe” box, ticked it and handed it back to him. But it was too late, he had moved on.