He slid the note across a neighboring student’s desk, motioning to pass to the intended recipient—me. My name visible along the top fold of paper. Feeling as though the world came to an end that day and I would never survive breaking up. The quirkiness of seventh grade. When did I decide boys didn’t have cooties? This should be re-evaluated (just kidding, happily married). Still, sobering breakups thundered in my young life before I met my husband. I made it out alive. Yet, as with most Continue Reading