It’s now been two days without talking to Caleb and I’m starting to lose it a little. I hadn’t realized how dependent I’d become on Caleb—on our lunches, our texting, me sending him music and him not understanding half of it. He didn’t make things better, necessarily—he didn’t chase away the clouds when they loomed heavy and dark over me—but he did make it easier to ignore the impending storm. Caleb makes me feel clever. He makes me feel interesting.
