He puts on the kickstand and gets off the bike, walking toward me. There he is. The only person in the world left to even care about me. And all at once I realize it was a mistake to run off. Leaving him was easier than trying to convince him not to come. But seeing him here, now, gives me full-on heart-eyed butterflies in my gut. They’re stupid and, like Jamie, they shouldn’t be here. But they are.
