I shoot a text back to Ryne, thanking him for the birthday message, and at the last second before I hit send, I add a red heart emoji. I try not to overthink and obsess about that emoji on my way to first period, but my mind has, well, a mind of its own, called anxiety. It makes me worry about the dumbest stuff. I guarantee if things ultimately end up going to shit between Ryne and me, a year from now I’ll still be thinking about that text and wondering if that stupid heart emoji was our downfall. My brain’s weird.
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