You and Mikey used to lie in his backyard, pointing at clouds and naming shapes together. Now he sends you pictures of random clouds during math class.

Buzz. It was a blurry photo of the sky. What is this? you typed. He texted back immediately: “It looks like you.” Another message: “…soft.” Emma peeked at your screen and laughed. “He’s literally in love with you like a five-year-old.” And maybe he is — but you loved that about him.