But I can’t help it. That’s just how Wendy makes me feel. Like I’ve just discovered feelings and crushes and butterflies in your stomach and fluttering pulses and daydreams and fantasies and wanting and needing something so badly it feels more important than air. Like I’m passing secret notes in class and rushing to meet her at the park for playdates and thinking that there’s nothing that could possibly feel bigger and more important than holding a girl’s hand.
