“I knew from the first moment I saw you on that dating app that I wanted you, and it wasn’t just because of your perfect body or your gorgeous eyes.” I touch her cheek, following the pink, warm flush down to her neck. “I wanted to keep you, Rosi, and I was blindsided by it. Obsessed. Messy. Stupid.” Shaking my head, I try to remember that crazed, manic month I spent consuming her on the screen, but it feels so far away now. “I know it’s dumb. I didn’t even know you yet—not really. But I was sure that was love. It had to be, right? Because when you rejected me, it actually hurt.”
