To the Girl Who Was Just Ghosted
Let me start by saying this: I've been you. Like 40 million times. I've been you. It’s hard isn’t it? That glowing brick of anxiety that you’re holding — the one your fingers tip-tip-tap on, your thumb in a constant state of swiping up and down and left and right — it can have a wicked sort of hold on you sometimes, right? But let’s cut to the chase and get quick to the point: You and I both know we’re not talking about the phone. We’re not saying your iPhone is evil or your