I take out my phone to text him, and that’s when I realize it’s been on silent this whole time. I have several texts from him, and a few snaps.
I glance up at my friends, who are now deep in a conversation about the last episode of The Bachelor. They don’t even notice that I’m not in the conversation, so I don’t feel bad when I check Jett’s messages.
Jett:Boarding! This is so boring!
Jett:I hope your exam went well! I love you!
Jett:I have sent entirely too many exclamation marks today....
Jett:Here’s! Some! More!
Jett:Haha... I miss you babe. Like... Tons.
I grin and then open up Snapchat. He’s sent me a picture of his view out the window of the airplane, and then another one of his face, his lips puckered downward into a frown. His hair is shaggy, even more so than usual, and it makes me smile.
Miss you babe, the caption says.
I bite my bottom lip to keep from grinning like a fool. Essence and Ashlee have made so many great points about why dating in college life is a bad idea.
But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
