My freshman year of college I was dating this guy who was a junior. He was an interesting boyfriend. One of the few guys I have dated for longer than 2 months.
Valentine's Day was just around the corner and me and my guy were hanging out all the time. ALL THE TIME. I am glad that when we broke up I still had some friends who stuck by me during all the times I flaked on them... I think they knew I was more than a little lost and just had to find my way back to, well, single.
Anyways, Valentine's is coming up and I am at his place when suddenly I start feeling really sick. He actually got mad at me because I told him I didn't feel well when I was leaving and I should have told him sooner so he wouldn't get near me... Clearly true love.
The next morning (day before Valentine's Day) I woke up with a swollen throat, no voice, and overall cruddy feeling. I had strep throat.
Guess who got it next?
Valentine's morning, he had to wait for the 6am doctor at our school who diagnosed him with strep as well.
He was soooo mad at me. It wasn't like I gave it to him on purpose. And truthfully, I had it way worse than he did. I was sicker for much longer than him.
Now that we are no longer on any form of speaking terms, I think that was one of the best Valentine's Day gifts I have ever given.
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