And if he’s not into Jessica Day, then there’s something wrong with him.
I look out the window again, taking slow, deep breaths into a body too tense to move. And as I stare out at the land, I think that this, if nothing else, is compelling evidence for my parents’ God, that our world is so massive that it is completely out of our control, that we cannot possibly be as large as we feel. So small as to be negligible. It’s strange, but there’s something in that thought that makes me feel almost… free.