

I wrote a poem for a girl once, back in high school. It was an angsty, acrostic rant about love and relationships and shit, where the first letter of every sentence spelled out “do you want to go to prom anyway”.
I walked away while she read it, trying and failing to stay cool, but I was still within her eyesight when she finished and said no.
My town has a population of about 2,000 people. There are five dedicated car washes within a 10-mile radius of my house, with two more under construction.