And they called it puppy love!

When the most beautiful girl in the entire eighth grade walked into my homeroom with Mrs. Marian LaRitz on the very first day of school, those were the lyrics — written by Paul Anka — swirling around in my head as imaginary little hearts fluttered about, making me weak in the knees.

It’s a good thing I was sitting down, or I might’ve faceplanted onto the shiny tile floor.

From the moment Belinda Cook sashayed into the brightly lit classroom, her brown locks cascading down her back, I couldn’t take my baby blues off her angelic complexion, which seemed to radiate with an ethereal beauty.

I was definitely struck by one of Cupid’s prickly arrows.

Just moments before this lovesick puppy saw the face of an angel, he was standing at the bottom of the stairwell

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