Jake. I don’t know if I even like you. You and the quirks I’ve memorized, the curves of your nose, the way our conversations crack the cosmos. But now. Now, you act like I don’t exist, and I have to act like you don’t either. Why would I do that? It’s impossible. Your brilliance shines through in every minute I see you, every second we hold eye contact. Jake. I don’t know if I even like you, but I know I miss you.