From the manuscript

If you're anything like me, you pick up the phone, feel its weight in your hand for a minute, tilt it up so the home screen appears. Then you thumb over to your messages and stare at them like an idiot before ducking into the one you're thinking about the most, hoping for those three dots that tell you they're still typing, that they're still with you, that they haven't done the Text-and-Run.

Your thumb hovers over the little on-screen keyboard, debating. You kind of start to hunt and peck, typing out something slow and stupid, something you're going to delete anyway. Something not worth hitting SEND for.

But you hit SEND.

Because you're like that.