I Went to My School Reunion to Take Revenge on My Childhood Crush, Until I Learned What Really Happened Back Then
I sat cross-legged on the living room floor with my old high school album spread out before me. The faint scent of dust and aged paper rose as I turned each plastic-covered page, my fingertips catching slightly on the edges. Every photo was a time capsule, a glimpse of the girl I used to be—bright-eyed,…