The Last Paper Star
When he heard the door open, he turned slightly and pulled a folded paper star from his pocket.
Once, after we had an argument, we went three days without speaking.
The next morning, a paper star appeared in my desk drawer. When I unfolded it, the word sorry was written inside.
After that, the stars became his standard apology. Whenever he upset me, he folded one.
Sometimes it said "Sorry." Sometimes "Got it." Once, it even said nothing but "Okay."
I kept every star in a clear glass jar in the most noticeable spot on my desk.
During the second half of freshman year, I joked with him.