EMMA’s POV :

It was mid April and spring was in the air.

It had been two months since Ian and I broke up and… there was nothing much I could say about that. We still ran into each other every now and then around the school. We’d give polite smiles or nods, but that was about it. My heart still ached every time I walked past him or heard his voice. My friends said things will get better in time, and I realized that two months weren’t enough time.

I still wondered about him daily. I wondered if he thought of me just as much. If he did, he...