Eoin Higgins writes:
I was six when Geraldine (we sat beside each other in Junior Infants) surreptitiously dropped her envelope of love declarations into my schoolbag. She was six-and-a-half. An older woman. I remember finding the card (above) when I got home from school later that day, delighting in her choo-choo-choosing me.
…There are other Valentine’s cards in my biscuit tin of romance, but Geraldine’s is still the one I treasure most. Not just for the precociousness of the verse contained within, but for the fact there is any verse at all…