She’s just a girl, standing in front of a boy with a pen and paper, asking him if he likes her.
You remember how love (or more accurately, ‘like’ or ‘like like, as in like in that way’) works when you’re eleven. You rip out a piece of ruled paper from your exercise book at school and, depending on whether you have a pen licence or not, write in pencil or pen the Big Question: “Do you like me?”
If you’re thoughtful, which you are, you simply give that person two choices: Yes or No. They’re supposed to choose and option and you proceed accordingly: If NO, go back to picking your nose or learning or whatever. If YES, do this:
That’s not exactly how it went down for one little girl.
She plucked up the courage to ask the question. She wrote the question. She got the most profound answer ever given to a multiple choice crush quiz.
The wisest 11-year-old in the whole world said this:
“I don’t know. I don’t know myself yet. Plus I’m under a lot of stress at home so I can’t tell.”
Followed by this perfect, very precise moment of wisdom:
“P.s. You don’t know yourself until you’re 18.”
It’s essentially the most important contribution to love since this Love Actually scene:
We hope these two potential likers meet 7 years from now and have this conversation again. With, um, the, ah, astonishing self-awareness you have when you’re EIGHTEEN.