When I was in 10th grade, I had a crush on a boy who we’ll call James. I was a nerd and an introvert, so when I crushed on someone, it was never, um, casual. It was full-on fantasies in my head about the life we would live, how we might hold hands (his fingers, intertwined with mine), the way he might express his love back to me. Maybe we would eat p…
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