He smiles at me like no one else is around us — and I miss him so much. More than I can say, more than I can process really, because I’m not only in love with him — he’s also my best friend. And I wish I could crawl into his lap, curl up, face in his neck, tell him about all the ways this stupid boy broke my heart a few weeks ago, but I can’t because it’s him — so I tell him I love him with my blinking and he tells me he misses me with his question: “What is it?” he asks, covering the logo on the front like I don’t already know. “Oh, come on.” I roll my eyes. “Versace La Greca-print
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