One year we had a new girl, who had been badly abused and didn't trust any adults. On Valentine's Day she didn't believe that any adult would really do something nice for her, so she got up and dressed for school as usual. When Jim delivered the first breakfast to the room next to hers she started to cry. As quick as she could she jumped into bed - shoes and all - and listened as he brought the second breakfast to the room mate of the girl next door. By the time he brought hers up she was sitting in bed, fully dressed, hands over her eyes, crying, "I can't believe it's true, I can't believe it's true!"
Truth be told there weren't many real "Sweethearts" in the bunch, but we believed in them and that they needed the chance to be someone's sweetheart. We were always honored to be the ones to believe in them, no matter the behavior.