Sixty-One: ReedI had no clue what happened at school that day. I didn't sleep. Instead, I took part in a vicious cycle of deciding I was right to hold back and figure things out and knowing I was the biggest tool on earth. I typed out so many texts that I was pretty sure I'd end up with arthritis. Some of them were begging for forgiveness, some of them were explaining my decision to take a break from “us,” and some were declaring that I was on my way to her house. Eventually, my phone died, and I gave it a rest, having decided on absolutely nothing.
When the sun came up, I either experienced some odd side effect of insomnia or I had a realization. I had to stop thinking about Rowyn as my girlfriend in this situation. When I hooked up with Amy, Rowyn and I were still essentially just frien
