But I’m learning that those moments are called vulnerability, and that when other people witness them, it helps them know you better.
My boyfriend, for his part — bless him — now knows to provide me with the daily texting validation I crave.
Ever since “the reset,” as he likes to call it, he seldom goes more than half a day without sending me a good morning, or a how’s your day going, or a funny tweet he saw, or a single, gloriously random context-free emoji (the more baffling, the better).
That’s because most people go on tons of dates with the wrong people before finding someone with whom they click.
I had only made my first few sweaty, six-digits-and-hang-up forays into the art of calling a crush when AIM came along and mercifully gave me an out.