You know what’s strange about being a normal person and not living inside a Netflix movie? After significant moments, you don’t get a scene jump. After your best friend whom you’ve been secretly pining after for years and years maybe-sort-of-did-he? admits to liking you, too, you don’t get to flash forward. Nope. My life goes on, painfully slow and full of uncertainty. I get to live in the gray for three whole days.
